dark one-liners
red ink
she stabbed a pen through her eye and felt better, for at least that was a hole she could understand, punched in the frustrating sieve of her mind. and that red pen bled over reams of paper in pretty scarlet scrawls. one eye was all she could afford so she stabbed her thigh, to ensure the ink would never run dry.
a vampire’s mind
i ram the sun back into the throat of dawn till it chokes and passes out. over, and over, and over again.
for some of us, when the day passes into night, we may never see another morning.
monsters in my backpack
there’s a kind of desperation in the air, and it has moulded itself to my back, like a backpack of doom.
hungry bird
so the bird pecked at the girl till she bled, and the pain distracted her from mortal troubles.