This might be my favourite genre, because just when I use the term (supernatural) it just means alot more than "ghosts" or ", entities". It can mean, the breeze just passing by, the "one blurred love interest you met in your dreams", that one face that seems recognised but still not close, that one thought, that says, 'maybe it was me not them' or maybe the companion that meets you daily through your mirror and never leaves. Who makes sure to hug you, cuddle until you are filled with warmth in your heart-, doesn't matter if it's fear, love, or passion.........
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We Eat Ourselves
PoetryI'm eating myself, hope I reach the part where it hurts. A poem spot for people with genre mood swings, and for those, who read poetry as if it's a kink. Warnings 1. Gore 2. Imaginative 3. Sexual 4. Dead dove