Haunting & Gothic
Step into the ruins where emotion lingers like dust in the lungs. These poems are cloaked in candle smoke and blood memory: tales of spirits, obsessions and the things we bury alive. The gothic breathes not in monsters but in longing too deep to name.
When beauty decays and shadows remember.
Mental Illness Demon
In the hush before dawn a shape of night slips beneath the sheets, threading terror through synapse and dream until mercy curdles into fevered hate.
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