Shame suffocates me,
Pulls me into a tight hug,
Like a snake crushing its prey,
Immobilising.
It stains my cheeks red,
Bursts the water bubbles in my eyes,
While my heart makes a beat with my ribcage,
My heart the drum,
My ribcage the drumsticks.
Anxiety throws me up on center stage,
Bright lights blinding me,
Silhouettes of people's pointed fingers,
Laughter ringing in my ears.
I tremble, like I've never known the cold before,
Though I'm drenched in sweat.
Guilt dances in my stomach, in a dance battle against itself,
Keeps me up at night,
Whispering bedtimes stories, that will join me in my nightmares.
Forces me to hold up against the weight of it, like I'm atlas, condemned for eternity.
Depression yanks me up into the sky,
I feel better than I ever have before, like nothing can go wrong.
Only for it to drop me, and watch as I fall,
Screaming,
Crying,
Grapsing at the clouds.
It lands me in a deep hole, labelled with my name on the gravestone.
Cackles as I grip at bits of dry dirt, to climb my way out, only for it to crumble.
Yells, "You'll die down here. You're forever destined to run miles, in the same spot. Give up trying, it's useless. You're useless."
And lastly,
Acceptance, cleans the dirt from under my fingernails,
Uses a damp soapy cloth, and wipes down my face,
Combs, and untangles my matted hair,
Then silently, hugs me loosely as I succumb to exhaustion.
Like a mother, acceptance can not rid me of the problem, nor can it take me out the grave I lie in. Acceptance, is like taking out the freshly dried blanket out the dryer, and wrapping it around you on a winters morning, with fresh snow still on the ground, and the sun still yet to rise.
-Owl.
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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happy friday the 13th here are some spooky text-based games for halloween:
contrition - As a priest, it’s your job to listen to your parishioners’ darkest secrets and absolve their guilt. But when a sinister stranger comes to the confessional one Halloween night, you realize it’s your soul on the line.
familiar - You are a familiar. Your mistress has some requests for you. Help her complete her ritual, or pay the price of failure.
jagged bone - A branching choose-your-own-adventure horror game about transformation and perspective.
the forest of candles (and the man with a lighter) - follows Maggie, a young woman with a fear of forest fires sparked by an old town folk tale. She's spent years trying to escape her hometown and the fear it inspires in her, only to be called back for the funeral of an old friend.
mary's hare - Mary's Hare is short interactive horror story about a woman and a rabbit, based on the story of Mary Toft.
only this - "And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming / And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor..."
what girls do in the dark - a slumber party text adventure.
god is in the radio - you are death, one of 22 members of the major arcana, a cult dedicated to some far-off god. the night is halloween, and you watch in scorn as the unknowing dance among devils and dress to indulge in sin. the high priestess receives a message from the all-mighty himself: the arcana must gather in an abandoned house and find his song on an old radio receiver.
anchorhead - Travel to the haunted coastal town of Anchorhead, Massachusetts and uncover the roots of a horrific conspiracy inspired by the works of H. P. Lovecraft. Search through musty archives and tomes of esoteric lore; dodge hostile townsfolk; combat a generation-spanning evil that threatens your family and the entire world. (illustrated version on itch.io)
my father's long, long legs - An interactive horror story about family, unease, and loss.
beneath floes - Qikiqtaaluk, 1962. The sun falls below the horizon and won't return for months. You wander the broken shoreline, wary of your mother's stories about the qalupalik. Fish woman, stealer of wayward children: she dwells beneath the ice.
the silence under your bed - An interactive horror collection about the strange, the spooky, and the macabre.
bogeyman - You can go home when you learn to be good.
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