I write to burn, my heart, my scars, and anything soft enough to catch fire.
Stories are where I go to bleed quietly and heal loudly.

No, it's never a clean slate here.
I keep it blue and grey; messy, honest, and stained with the parts of me I never apologize for.

My characters aren't "twisted."
They're human disasters with sharp edges and louder wounds, screaming because silence never saved anyone.

The chaos doesn't fade here...
it learns your name.

~Myra vee 🥀