god knocks at your door and you don't answer.

where i hide you in the vastness of the universe.

❝ A stranger broke into my house and I think she watches me sleep every night.❞ a thriller short story. ©-chimeraki 2017

❝ THE APOCALYPSE DOES NOT WAIT FOR LITTLE GIRLS, MISS TAALIS. ❞ ― a runaway, an ex-apostle, a heretic, a soothsayer, a seductress, and a child all navigate an incoming apocalypse under the backdrop of an ancient city, a burning friary, a dark prophecy, and a doomsday cult.

𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑， 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. he does not kill in rage. he loves too deeply - in loving, he devours. one taste of you & the line between love， appetite blurs. a feast where flesh， desire entwine in a deadly dance melting within tongue. ! this is a work of fiction. it contains themes of emotional obsession & symbolic cannibalism. it does not aim to glorify, romanticize violence. rather explores the complexity of human desire, intimacy & grief through a psychological lens. reader discretion is advised.

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ㅤpredator，prey，once the girl in between.ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

fighting against toys, hands linked by strings, a puppet with a mind controlled by the heart, chained to our own mind. loraeve © 2021 03-07-2021 ― #3 in POETRYCOLLECTION

Before I learned how to leave, I learned how to stay quiet. The Letters I Burned is a collection of poems about the weight children inherit, the homes that shape them, and the versions of ourselves that survive long enough to tell the story. Written with unflinching honesty, these poems move through grief, abandonment, longing, rage, and love-not to offer easy answers, but to bear witness to what was lived. Some letters are never meant to be sent. Some are only meant to be survived.