Explores words to create worlds with poetry, nonfiction, and fiction. Writes content that permeates then revises and edits the heck out of it. Interests: Freelance, consultations, networking, rulebook-ripping. UK-based
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A five-day planned camp in the woods seemed like healing Until it didn't Until the hate of all my hurt developed a skin rash
By The Dani Writer2 months ago in Poets
Flames dance in his bed A curse foul in Mama's eye To spawn a witch child
By The Dani Writer3 months ago in Poets
Perversions lay low Squeeze screams from sleep on deep breaths Death bled whispered spells
Our hands held in dreams and not once requested details Black soils near lush souls inescapable sumptuous Promise songs
Only Grandma is unbreakable beacon Silent shine over sadistic somber a global menace naught but light and fire destroys
The Non-rhetorical Question: Do you align as stimulus or response? … Castration in figurative terms remains preferable to impotence
Oxygen leaves birthed swirls mid-air for final kiss Spreads dead red, old gold
By The Dani Writer4 months ago in Poets
'Tis pity you blinked As scarlet leaves chased copper Loss flutters in gold
One tiny thing. Perhaps the tiniest. Like that last ‘really needed drop of milk’ now soured. Serenades of ice cream truck jingle one (hundred-and-one)
Been here before but hate it no less, for it hurts as it draws through blood and brokenness, plus a litany of hellstones
Only She caressed countless cravings hidden inside me until consummation surged unequivocal and effortless praise
By The Dani Writer5 months ago in Poets
That mind of yours met me chest-deep in memories pulled up a chair and reached maximum integration in seconds Exercised patience
