Maria discovers a strange lump growing on her abdomen. A short tale of things beneath the skin.

A poem I wrote about someone dying. I'm not sure where the inspration came from, rather where I found it in myself to write it, but I really would love feedback. Thanks, Widuzi. x

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

a stranger & a late night walk that changes a conventional life into something unconventional.