she was all seven deadly sins,
her lust made you crave her;
the desire to forever be in her mercy.
and she'll pretend to desire you,
but it's your attention that
feeds her gluttony.
don't try to stay away from her,
her overwhelming greed will keep
you away from other deities.
she is an envious devil,
trying to sink her claws into your heart,
and if you suceed to pray away,
her wrath will be the last you behold.
she can be so prideful, admiring her
meagre victims.
while all she truly does is wait idly;
basking in her triumphants.
　　　　　 // seven deadly sins

these bloody and war torn hands
are the same that hold onto
my dearest brother.
with each year that goes by,
the more blood i carry.
with each second that passes
he gets older.
any opportunity i get to breathe
is spent on thinking of what to say.
what to say when that day comes,
when my precious, beloved sibling
asks that dreadful question...
"is that...blood?"

　　　　　 ajax // a poem inspired by tartaglia from genshin impact

i wish to be the most grotesque, monstrous
creature in existence, so that men feel
repulsed by the sight of me, and don't
dare to approach me, not even in thought.
and if they manage to catch a glance,
they are simply turned into stone,
where then i shall live happily dancing
on their ashes.

　　　　　 // i long to be medusa

the dusk before nightfall is the most
magical time of day.
the brilliant blues and blinding
orange hues.
if you're lucky enough,
you'll get to see the swirl of
pink and lavender cotton candy
soft and delicate.
twilight is the most wonderful
time of day.
that perfect in betweek moment
of rainbows in the sky,
before the darkness paints
across the horizon,
leaving before tiny bright stars.
　　　　　 // my favourite time of day

you're a delightful train wreck,
bubblegum blue hair and a
grin so sharp it cuts through
my aching heart.
and the funniest of all is
that you heal me.
you, violent and full of
wrath; healed my wounds
with a toothy smile and
your bass filled laugh
echoed its way through
to my stomach, making me
ache for your rough,
combat worn hands.

　　　　　 // a cringey poem about grimmjow from bleach

my bones hurt today,
i can hear them cracking
under the pressure i created.
i focus on the sound, allowing
the noise to echo in my head
to drown out the loudness of
those memories.
the momories of the pain,
the memories of him.
no, this isn't a break up letter,
i'm not missing someone...
not missing someone...
i miss myself.
i miss the happier me,
the me that had a family,
the me that wasn't broken
and beaten down and poked
and prodded by some mad doctor
who still haunts each and every
dream i have.
he stole my dreams,
stole my childhood.

　　　　　 collei // a poem inspired by the genshin impact character


i'm feeling restless,
four days into a new year,
i'm itching, my feet are tingling.
i want to put on my boots and
trek on a new adventure.
i want the chill of a winter morning,
the smell of freshly brewed coffee,
the sense of nostalgia that an old
library brings.
the comfort of seeing old people
in a cafe,
the laughter my four legged friends
bring to me.
i want snowflakes on my eyelashes
a bright red nose from the cold.
i want it all here and now,
before it melts away into spring.

　　　　　 // new years