The muscles in my buttocks and testicles clenched to prevent leakage and my throat went dry for a second. She was still relaxed but at the same time serious, like if I didn’t sit down it would be my ass--which there wasn’t much left of—so I did what she said.
Culturally, we're in a dark age. Think about that. All the TV and movies we watch, all the things we consume on the internet and social media, all the music we listen to, all the stories we read are predicated on one of or both things: Sadness and pain, or harshness and aggression. Our whole … Continue reading The Dark Age
Tearing flesh as blood and boneSplatter along the forest floor,The moon shines bright but the Shadows hide the dark deeds as ifBehind closed doors. The inhuman screams, the desperate cries,The pathetic sobs that fill the air outside ofTime; the monster’s roar, the ripping of flesh,The glee in pain administered so vibrant andFresh. The dead trees, … Continue reading Black Forest
