I need to be alone. I need to be on my own with my ghosts. I can feel them around me now, shifting among the streetlights, dancing across the faces of deserted windows. I can hear them whispering too, confirming half-truths that I am desperate not to believe.
Read MoreIn my house, there is a mirror. It hangs on the wall above a disused fireplace in a room that is, more often than not, empty.
Read MorePersephone wandered into Hell accidentally. Stumbled, actually, her feet tripping over the entangled vines that clawed their way out of the pit, gasping for sunlight and redemption.
She stared into the void before her. The void stared back.
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