I can feel it deep inside of me. It swirls and swells in the pit of my being, tentatively pushing against my viscera. I can feel its briery feet take shape as they find a foothold in my sapwood. I can feel its bony hands take shape as they slowly reach for my life’s cage. It starts to rise, this dark ancient creature, forcing its crooked back into … Continue reading the story "Heart Blood"
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You are my love token, my muse, my attempt at savoirfaire. Yet I know I cannot quite have you. My unknowing place knows. That doesn't diminish the buzz of my thought-cage though. The bees of reason drone, searching for a foolish flower to turn into their thrall. Their work is at times difficult, and at times is not. Sometimes the hum of rationality infuses with my juices, and … Continue reading the story "A Silly Thing"
‘Is there any way out of the mind?’ a famous and possibly deranged woman once asked. Miss Plath and I have very much in common, let alone the above question. I escape ‘the’ mind by living vicariously through my words. I experience my true self when I have pen in hand and I feel an unspoken connection with the … Continue reading the story "Natalie Brent"