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.
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Violetta Alexis
Self proclaimed Underworld Empress. A poet who dabbles in short fiction and screenwriting. Full time tarot reader and high priestess.
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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
Autonomy Is The Real Privilege
Good morning, freedom-seekers! Today we’re gonna be looking at autonomy. A strange word, I know; one many would probably look at blankly and run away from on sight. We’re gonna figure out what it actually means, consider how it’s achieved, and decipher just how deeply most of us are tangled up in dependence without realising it.
By That ‘Freedom’ Guy5 days ago in Humans
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This poem is a cold embrace! I love it! Amazing