Category: otherworldly


I am solid yet also transparent. a goddess born free from mortal desires, i drip with godliness and i am sustained by your adoration. I am the wind that tastes like stars, I am the crushed rose petals That stain your skin like ashes, I am the voice plaguing your thoughts Like an ocean without ...

Topaz–Part One

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She is wicked, wicked, wicked–

She is wicked, wicked, wicked– a crone desperate for the smoothness of youth, a rounded, maiden craving the tang of lust, and a doe-eyed child who cackles alone in the dark. When she emerges from ash wolfbane dripping from her sickle-pale flesh, she will muddle the minds of men, so their shrewish wives will never question, why ...



Enchanted by your presence, damneded by your testy resolve, I know no remedy to this happenstance but I can only await my lovers return, flesh whetted with mulberries and thistle eyes frosted with remembrance. At the fresh, warm breeze of Midsummer eve, we shared a kiss of mulled wine, and bit down on rowan bark. ...


every Full Moon night

I feel like I can make this a very interesting story…..   At the ripe age of thirteen, Princess Melanie was lured into the forest by the Fey; long-armed and beautiful, trimmed with silver linings and dressed in raw, clinging silks. They barked with laughter as the led her astray, Melanie's feet skipping to a ...

I desire her like no other,

I desire her like no other, she is like a lake– I wish to fully submerge myself in her clean waters. Flesh melting, dripping like droplets, I lap at her earthy essence, humidity clinging to my aching bones, seer-touched eyes and pouty lips drive me mad as I take from her– I bit into her, ...


They Steal My Breathe

I dance with no music, My body sways with one purpose. I follow the path never taken, Trip over seashells and cadavers, My toe bumping into knifes And cutting myself on discarded glass. The wind accompanies me as I waver, Tickling my nude flesh and whistling in my ear. A sprite leads the way now ...


The Dead Sea

Crashing waves smell of brine and lost legends, mermaid tails and selkie skins, fevered voyages, pirate's booty–bearded men and women with gold teeth and jewels on their mind, harrowing adventures, navigators with sunburnt skin, drunk on the wine of the ancient souls that watch from below–trip as they follow–eyes narrowing on the X–bones rise from ...


Before the Stars

A spiraling nebula, unfurling, blooming magentas and daunting cyans- A tale of intergalactic passion, lusty voyages, rugged advances, Star-crossed loves; before the stars, a green girl with A brush of stardust in her eyes And lies, fragrant and heavy on each and every taste bud. Lies were her weapon, naivety her choice of drug- Passionless murmurs, ...

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