remi

Joined January 2025

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I write of broken things—family, minds, and the silence between. My poems bleed emotion, my stories twist the psyche. If you seek the quiet horrors, the unspoken grief, you'll find it here.

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OF ALL THINGS TO ABANDON ME
Why couldn’t it have been you, Grief? Not you, the black-veined thing, the rot that sits where love once lived. Not you, the parasite feeding off the echoes
By remi11 months ago in Poets
HOW TO DEVOUR ME
[1] To be loved by you is to cease existing. Not all at once, but slowly, deliberately. You peel me back, layer by fragile layer,
By remi11 months ago in Poets
a cigarette you lit.
a cigarette you lit, and i became the smoke, curling and dissipating into the void of your absence, screaming silently as i unravel, my essence scattered like ash in the wind of your indifference.
By remi12 months ago in Poets
where silence drowned the poets.
take me to the lakes, where poets gave their agony names, whispered them to the wind, and watched the water swallow every syllable.
By remi12 months ago in Poets
I will
I will wait, not because I hope, but because I have been made for it. Your door is a shrine, and I— the worshiper of an empty temple.
By remi12 months ago in Poets
The Fridge Is a mouth.
The kitchen isn’t a room; it’s a graveyard. Everything here is dead or pretending. The fridge stands open, spilling its sick light onto linoleum floors warped by years of stomping, screaming, and silence. It’s a mouth that never speaks, a belly that never feeds, holding nothing but the faint scent of rot.
By remi12 months ago in Fiction
hollow-- a curse. Content Warning.
The room was alive in a way it shouldn’t be. The air was thick, a suffocating weight that pressed against his chest, every breath a struggle. The walls were alive, too—shifting, twitching, breathing in the dark. It wasn’t a room anymore. It was a tomb. The flickering bulb above cast twisted shadows across the floor, crawling like something inhuman, as if the very darkness had a life of its own.
By remi12 months ago in Horror
came back.
No warnings. Just the smell of rain on a night too dry to mourn, their footsteps falling like old lies you stopped believing in.
By remi12 months ago in Poets
why do you cry so, child?
The forest was never meant to be seen. No one was supposed to wander this deep, where the trees knelt like old men, their bark peeling off in thick sheets, pooling at their bases like old skin.
By remi12 months ago in Horror
why i fell out of love with myself.
Once, I danced with shadows on my bedroom wall, A child in love with her own laughter, Spinning tales of forever-afters. Oh, how I adored that bright-eyed girl!
By remi12 months ago in Poets
Don't be silly!
The stars screamed too loudly tonight. Each flicker a piercing cry, like they knew her secrets, the ones she’d buried under a thousand shattered shields. She pulled her knees tighter, her chest caving under the weight, her throat tight with words that never made it past her lips.
By remi12 months ago in Fiction
my unspoken ways.
but i did love you. every day. in a thousand tiny, unspoken ways, in the cracks between words that felt too sharp to say aloud.
By remi12 months ago in Poets

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OF ALL THINGS TO ABANDON ME

HOW TO DEVOUR ME

a cigarette you lit.

where silence drowned the poets.

I will

The Fridge Is a mouth.

hollow-- a curse. Content Warning.

came back.

why do you cry so, child?

why i fell out of love with myself.

Don't be silly!

my unspoken ways.

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