Author: Amelia Victrix

Amirror stares blankly at eyes lacking sleep. Compelled by it’s own demise,bones show through the creatures tight skin, growing tighter by the day. Black holes surround the empty iris, their reflection showing hurt and wanting, cast between a silent film and physical soliloquy. Count to three and breath, exhale nails and self-made glass. No one looks, no one asks. Call…

As I progress in life, I find myself reflecting on the various flaws I’ve always exhibited.This weird fixation I have on past memories, trying to fix things, bad moods causing restlessness.In the moment it seems normal but as I look back it’s obvious how much of an issue it is.It’s like there’s an open wound…

Null on the forced resignation of Stallman from the Open Source honorary boards.Cropped from the stream titled “Complacency” I find myself in a weird spot where anywhere I want to talk about something, isn’t the right place to do so. For the past almost 6 months I’ve enjoyed the content of and supported financially the…

Leg wounds shrink away, much like the fogs that used to rule my day. As the self inflicted claw marks leave behind their existence for clean pale flesh. My mind is a flood, a torrent of angry wind and often times these feelings make me bend. For every ounce of hurt, two of blame. I…

Each strand under each limb. Close my eyes. Sing me a memorable hymn. Drag me across, jagged sand. Above a mountain, wishing for wetlands. Whisper secrets in my warm ears. Feed my logic, kill my fears. Hold me caress me, pull me back. Treat me like a rabbit and reality, a hat. Keep me sober,…

Forever fastidious and flowing,that’s how I’d like to be.Perhaps frequently I’d like to feel,flying among others somehow never faltering.For as often as I can dream, I am compelled.Compelled to wish for fleeting thoughts,the first steps often always being so shaky.Folklore finally sinking in.For as much as I can read, meaning never found,I can only fixate…

As the bitter winds bite my flesh, soft strings clip against my hard heart. Oh how these days seem so bleak, always tangentially familiar. Closer than family, more common than friends foreboding and sharp. Comforting and fuzzy. Often times so much bigger than myself, dwarfing all I have and want. I feel held hostage by…

My shadow imprints the concrete every day,in every month, with any weather, brightest in May.There’s a noise in my head, a whispering clutching everything I am,a sense of awareness, a sharp knife that can never go dull.When I awoke and saw what I would never do I ran,my breath feels elevated, the world seems small…

Here I lie on my bed, practically grinning ear to ear. Perhaps it’s numbness, a sensation I’ve missed for so long, when the racing and roaring thoughts slow to a crawl and so many of them feel like nothing. Noise is a comfort, the light ringing of the ambiance of a bedroom. Anxiety to anxiety,…

These haunting words reach out to me, the droning string being all I have taking me out of this realm of pain and extreme discomfort. All is internal now, my exposed armor weakens by the day. My core ungaurded. These words that float out of magnetic coils are alien to me, their meaning lost but…