This is me

A collusion of broken pieces

Seemingly fit together but between the cracks are empty spaces

I seek answers in disillusioned places

I learned the truth but felt no connection

It’s all irrelevant to my mind and I treat it like an infection

In my own brain the things I see aren’t the same

I tell myself it’s everyone else but who am I to put blame?

I feel ashamed

To be a part of this ...

Within silence, I hear the most

I am just a parasite

Looking for a host

Within darkness, I see the most

I am not alive

I am just a ghost...

(This excerpt is inspired by my novel Welcome to Lakewood, a work in progress soon to be on wattpad!:)

It was the dream family destination. It was the idyllic ocean-side scene where a writer could find their muse. It was the ultimate vacation getaway, a marriage’s saving grace.

It was Lakewood.

The town was gorgeous and boasted everything Marianne and her husband Dorian sought after. Right n...

Day 266

Subject #13

Aha! Lucky number thirteen. This subject is proving to be quite promising. They accepted the inhibitor and injection and have past the point of the rejection period. Though that’s not to say it could still fail. I have many failures. Their corpses are lined up in the back.

But nonetheless! This one I have high, high hopes for. The others, I will mention only briefly as I went...

It came upon me all of the sudden. A rush of golden light, or was it a golden smell? Something sweet and savory. Tingly. The announcement fluttered like an entity, a small butterfly, throughout my blood. My heart beat in my chest and my ears rang with tinny resonance. An overwhelming sense of something lost once returned flooded my brain until I thought I would collapse.

A decision had to be made...

A stranger looking in my mirror

I don’t like who I see there

He wears my face and he knows my disgrace

He smiles at me

A monster looking in my mirror

I don’t like who I see there

A demon in disguise, he is planning my demise

He smiles at me

What is that creature looking in my mirror?

I don’t recognize who I see there

He no longer wears my face but an intricate form of my disgrace

And he snarls...