Violetta Alexis
Bio
Self proclaimed Underworld Empress. A poet who dabbles in short fiction and screenwriting. Full time tarot reader and high priestess.
Stories (3)
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Salt and Surrender
The ocean enveloped me in a cold, rhythmic embrace, a mother soothing her restless child. Waves lapped against my skin, a lullaby beneath a heavy sky of omens. Fear threaded itself between my ribs as something ancient toyed with my feet. A patient lover, whispering promises of an inveitable descent, slow and certain.
By Violetta Alexis11 months ago in Poets
The Hostess
Nothing could keep my enemies from banging at my door. No dead bolt was strong enough. I could hear them shouting on the other side to be let in. Who knows what they wanted-sex, warmth, company, or more. And I found more times than not, they could infiltrate my home with one sweep of the right word. One, “please forgive me” or a couple, “I love you’s.” Next thing I knew I was sitting on the couch with one of them. I was cooking for them. I was sleeping with them. The call was coming from inside the house.
By Violetta Alexisabout a year ago in Lifehack
The Art of Standing Still in a Spinning World
Everyday feels like a one minute hourglass. I’ve barely drunk my coffee and I need to be out the door to take the kids somewhere. There’s a few lines needed on the last of my poem, but I need to work. How desperately I want to romanticize my life, but when I look out of my window, the view is nothing but a huge brick apartment building right next to me. Brick walls and train tracks. A dog shits on the lawn, the cops bust a drug deal literally in my parking lot. So I found myself creating a world within my bedroom, hanging those stupid little fairy lights in the corner to give it some false sense of ambience. Plastering tarot cards on the wall in a desperate attempt of visual creativity.
By Violetta Alexisabout a year ago in Journal
