Strayed

To find the line where i Ends, and where the world begins - so i may find the Other so i may vindicate my being. Far, far away from where i have started. But not a step closer to where i want to be. Between the anxious child peering into the future And the senile… Continue reading Strayed

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Missa Viventium

I was 15 when I first buried her. Along with a relative whom I barely know. While people were moaning for the deceased, I was burning in pain. Severing a part of me. So in the coven I may place a perversed concoction of feelings. 15 years of incompleteness Has passed before another funeral caught… Continue reading Missa Viventium