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In: shadows, the woman the lover and the dragon

In the mansion, and behind a hidden door she knew not to open, and on a thickly wallpapered wall on the far side of the room just above a roaring fireplace whose heat breathed upon her like that of an ancient dragon, the young woman’s gaze was all at once consumed by a golden framed portrait. Peace, serenity, and happiness was upon display, each brushstroke of paint edge colored with genius, with glory, the smiles and the eyes radiant, like that of a newborn star eager to display its brilliance. The young woman studied the portrait, its contents, and it had an opposite effect onRead More →

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In: the one where kaitlyn is not in control

Does the slice heal, or is it because you’ve become used to the one wielding the blade? Is it blood that flows, or is it something else? Trust in the form of red liquid? Desire masked as ribbons of molten lava? You ponder, and enjoy the pondering, because it means you feel something. You carefully weave your day around innocent-worded emails, and small chit-chat knowing that those small moments are double their worth in words. The slice is a form of measured control, expanding and contracting with each given situation. And that control isn’t yours to dictate. No, it belongs to the one who createdRead More →

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In: shadows, the one where kaitlyn opens up, welcome

it starts with a story, a bottle of whiskey, a fucked-up childhood, and hunger. for food. for affection. even the wrong kind. it manifests and warps and forms into ever-growing shadows – the following kind – that remind you, at a moment’s notice, that you’re not safe. not really. have you ever been safe, you ask yourself? there is no good answer. there will never be a good answer. don’t look but the shadows are looking. bury your nose in a book and fall in love that way. quell the ache in your belly that way. grow up that way. years later, once you’re anRead More →