VISCERA

CW: internalized homophobia Fairytales were stories woven from children’s imaginations: a little boy’s dreams of conquering a dragon in a...

I grew up in a rural town surrounded by dense greens and leaf walls, with sunlight beaming on my skin. Thick vines blocked any means of...

CW: blood, some gore The end of the world was insubstantial compared to what came after. Javi sobbed as his parents choked out dying...