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Arachonyx

I am a poet, songwriter, and a micro fiction writer. I focus on nightmares, dreams, psychology, and the body. I’m working on making my writing more shocking and chilling.

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Arachonyx

I am a poet, songwriter, and a micro fiction writer. I focus on nightmares, dreams, psychology, and the body. I’m working on making my writing more shocking and chilling.

4
Writings
1
Followers
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Hey It Wasn’t Me

Arachonyx

2 min read

A lot of people call me a liar. It’s just the melodramatic way I word things. How did that get me in jail?


Well, it started four days ago. Rent was late. I want a perfect credit score. I drink five cups of coffee. I make the bed like a five year old wraps a gift. I leave five minutes before work even though I work 30 minutes away. So, was I speeding? Actually, no. Work was fine, but I felt like ...

Humour

Thriller

2
You Can’t Zoom Into A Voice

Arachonyx

1 min read

The eyes are like broken glass

The voices are like hisses of the snake

This isn’t the treatment of the past


Your face camera used to shine like stars

Your bark was like a dog who sees their owner, not a hungry wolf

This is the treatment for which I would ask



OR


You can’t zoom into a voice like on a phone

Unless you have buttons on a hearing aid, and I don’t

Sometimes glasses advantage you m...

Poetry

Humour

1
The Veil

Arachonyx

1 min read

Elaine coudn’t do it anymore. Going out used to be such a part of her life. Why was it impossible to be interested in going now? She was going to put down her glitching keyboard on her refurbished iPad and get ready. The makeup brush slides down her face. It tickles like her cat’s tail. Suddenly, her husband says, “Do you smell smoke or some chemical?”

“I can’t smell very well, you know that.”

“Da...

Humour

Horror

Asleep

Arachonyx

1 min read

The dreams turn to nightmares

The flat of the shoes

The foot in the heel


Pre adderall and I have a blank stare

the poem of who?

does she even feel?


She is only awake when she sleeps

She destroys monsters

Yeah he hurts her but his face isn’t in it.


What else can I reap?

Whom can I stir?

That’s what they think about me


Fine, done deal...

Poetry

Drama