A disturbance enters

My cognitive realm.

I am aware

Yet always


Delirium soaks

my consciousness.

My thoughts are

Sopping wet.

Weighted down

By confusion

Of what is reality.


Were proven

To slow me down



Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

My skin still clings to the bone,

Though I grate it generously,

Careful to peel off all filth.

My metronome sings numbers.

I follow her beat religiously.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.


Not the best flow, but here’s my nightly poem.

When crying out for help

Makes you weak minded,

But releasing your pain

Makes you selfish

And other people frightened

How do you escape

The never ending cycle?

When driving your car

To the supermarket

You think, wow

that’s a steep cliff,

I wonder if I’d make it?

You talk yourself out of it

Because with the fall,

There’s still a slight chance

You’d wake up and

Have to face it.

Chasing Cryptic Creatures Update

Hit a block again for quite some time. Happy to say I’m back at it. Writing on the daily is my new goal. My current big WIP is sitting around 23k words right now. I’m hoping to make it to 40k by December. Wish me luck 🖤


Chest pounding,

Gasps part my lips.

Who’s there?

Is it you again?

My imaginary friends.

I see you creeping by.

My eyes are older now,

But reliable enough.

Why do you only visit

In the corners of my mind.

Renewing all self doubts.

Hello? Are you there?

Always gone in a blink.

Petrifying, eyes flash green.

Where are you?

Why must you hide?

You’re laying low

Making sure not to be seen.

They think I ‘m lying.

They say, “It was only a dream.”

Gasps part my lips.

Chest pounding.