Rachel

@vignettes.bsky.social

2 months ago

At night the walls pulse,
hyacinth blue veins thread the plaster,spelling out my name.
But when I touch them, they sink inward,warm, expectant.
By morning my body is numb with exhaustion. The walls are still writhing.

#horroprompt 2077 (blue veins)

Ms. 🅰️Washington M.A. artist | author | activist 🖇️

@arwashington.bsky.social

3 months ago

@violetazimuth.bsky.social todays #Prompter #horroprompt #guttural

Deaden Empire

The fall of democracy
is #guttural—
a sound felt before
it is understood—
tearing through
the body and mind
long before it
reaches the law;
not an ending in focus
but a slow unmaking
we are forced to witness.