Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
This poem was originally written in response to a prompt inviting us to explore cosmic horror, specifically the idea of a being pulling unseen strings.✨🦋 "The others fasted, knelt, and prayed, their lips pressed tight with grace, but I was held by something vast that moved behind my face."
The Shrine Maiden