Author Nala Begin
Life in the Hands of Hades There are no written ways to arrive at this.A pit so deep, it can only be compared to tartarus.Mountains rise, yet I remain low.Caught in a panic, or life’s slow flow. A rollercoaster of… Continue Reading →
It will be easy money-all You have to dois cut me down,and rip me limb from limb.The saw will do the rest. Skin me, as You would a pig.Slice me, as You would a lamb.And then,when I am hung to… Continue Reading →
“I was ghosting you last night because I was with someone else.” For a second the possibility of this being true crossed my mind as I read the text. Just as the panic set in, my eyes flew open. “It… Continue Reading →
“Your problem is not my problem”The words of lust not love.The emotionless;Means less emotion for you.An addiction;Too stubborn to let it go. His eyes that lose you;His smile that traps you;His sensitivity you see as a strength,Though come to see… Continue Reading →
You’re going to need these.You know you will.The pump of cooling organs,Recently removed from their ownersI hold them in my hands now. The thumping melodySlowly fading out of existence,As the brilliant red drip fades to a deep purple hue.The bloody… Continue Reading →