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Applause is a Kind of Hunger

This piece is a response to Labyrinthia Mythweaver Salon of the Mythweaver prompt.

Mar 15 • theinkspilled

This escapist lyrical piece is a response to Labyrinthia Mythweaver Salon of the Mythweaver prompt.

Mar 13 • theinkspilled

The Long Patience of March

This piece is a response to Elijah Westin prompt.

Mar 13 • theinkspilled

The Kind Of Damage I Crave

I learned your name by not saying it.

Mar 12 • theinkspilled

Vienna Waits for You

A meditation on growing older, embracing life, and finding patience in a world obsessed with speed.

Mar 8 • theinkspilled

The Brief Permission To Burn

I spoke your name

Mar 7 • theinkspilled

Damage As Instruction

My body learned you

Mar 5 • theinkspilled

A House That Withheld Me

The world keeps its doors rehearsed for others

Mar 4 • theinkspilled

The Ward Of Double Shadows

This piece is a response to HVR's prompt.

Mar 4 • theinkspilled

Verdict delivered in Bone

They anointed my waiting

Mar 3 • theinkspilled

Two Altars, One Body.

They were my first country.

Mar 2 • theinkspilled

Did We Ever Have a Choice?

An existentialist lyrical piece.

Mar 2 • theinkspilled

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Writing that lingers, an ink-stained corner for poetry, essays, and incandescent thought. Gothic reflections on literature, philosophy, and psychological inquiry. The ink is spilled🖋️

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