Sling: Inktober Day 19 Entry

The moment Ancou woke up after the surgery, he started asking about the egg and he didn't stop until the nurse let him hold the container they had placed it in. He hugged it close to his broken body and refused to let it go, as though trying to keep the last remaining part of... Continue Reading →

Bloodletting: a poem

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned, sinned and sinned. And tomorrow, I’ll sin again and again and again. Ivory fangs and fire. Kiss and burn, Forever and Ever, Amen. The body and the blood, that sweet, euphoric blood. I could stop if I was brave enough but I’m not. What am I inside, after all,... Continue Reading →

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