it will make sense in the morning.
running through the hallways of my heart ・:*:・゚2020
I be writing short short short stories
amerika's trial (and her metamorphosis)
the supernova in me is bursting [2017]
the heart of a Siren [2019]
wither, with him, within
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
shes still trying to regain her rotted submissive affections
an abundance of spirit and light [2017]
banished from the heavens [2017]
no time for love [2017]
how ugly
you play pretend like im barely a memory
midnight mysteries
who knew gods themselves could only take so much?
volcano brain
lighter than the sun © 2017
HONEY GAZES AND CHERRY RED LIPS © 2017