melodicbeluga

Throat

I am choking. I am choking.

She stood. Her hair, dark and wispy, soft and strangling like it always was, wafts gently in the wind.

I land in a forest.

Go back. go back. go back.

Like blood Like water.

God, clouds, and weather

Icarus gouged his eyes out when he flew

Allen wakes with the feeling of dread on his tongue. …The clock is ticking.

Somewhere down the block is the rift to another world.

never eat soggy waffles. or more like never soggy waffles eat