she will show you every color in the spectrum of her being.

a demon, a dying boy, & fever dreams of a soul-stealing solstice.

Love struck, scar filled, poetry. "I'd let the starry night consume me whole, I'd let the moon watch me burn to cinders in its beauty if that's what it means to be alive and loved."

I longed for something that I could not have. | lower case intended. © melcholune. | do not plagarise. | 2021. #2 in poetry ╱ 07102021 #9 in writings ╱ 16012022 #2 in melancholia ╱ 17062022 #5 in spilledink ╱ 19102023 #1 in melancholia ╱ 30112022

Shadows are pretty sweet as shade from the afternoon sun yet it is shadows that we fear while out on an evening run. We run away only to realise, they are part of us. Wherever we go, our shadow follows. Except when it's the night and we realise our cold lonely souls cannot find peace without seeing them for we all fear the unknown. [A sad/dark poetry collection] Trigger warning ⚠ mentions self harm, death and substance abuse.

a little humming, a little human

walls have ears to hear the fear behind my voice. second poetry collection. dec 2024- feb 2025.

Ambys 2024 Round 3 Qualifier! [Featured ×6] Cupid's Stormy Slip-up: After a tedious day at work, Cupid the mischievous God of love, found himself tangled in a storm which was weaved by destiny.His precious arrows infused with the essence of desire, were sent flying in different directions, striking unexpected entities. How will this collision of fate result? [Cover made by my favorite designer- @Reynabennett]

flux hunting