fmarlowe.bsky.social

@fmarlowe.bsky.social

Writer, actor, singer, dreamer. advocate

A crop of columbine sprouts from my open staring eyes, its sharp backward spurs piercing the sightless orbs, displaying tiny purple star shaped flowers. An army of Sweet William crawls from my mouth and marches across the lawn. My flesh sinks into the soil and nourishes the worms.

FenrirKin | ᚛ᚈᚆᚓᚔ ᚈᚆᚓᚋ᚜@fenrirkin.bsky.social · 2w ago

I claw my way out of the bog at the urging of forgotten gods. My eyes decayed millennia ago, but as the roots in my limbs keep me upright, the leaves that crown me show me the light. Their light, a false sun that mocks their broken ancestral oaths. I will see it snuffed. #HorrorWritersChat