12-30-2025, 02:12 PM
dropping little reels of tape to remind me that i'm alone
playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
He creeps through the overgrown trees quietly. Branches and leaves catch in the ratted tendrils of his mane and tail, pulling and tugging as he pushes on. The glow from his skin momentarily lights up the bark of each tree as he passes by. It has been some time since his mother abandoned him along a creek in some strange, seemingly abandoned land. He wasn't sure what he had done wrong in the short time he had spent with her. He fell asleep as a newborn, awoke suddenly older and watched her walk away. Ghoulish. was the only thing he had heard her say.
Unfortunately for him, he drew a short straw in the game of life. A dark god as a father and a narcissistic leech of a mother left him with nothing and no one. Life is not kind to everyone, it is a hard, painful lesson learned young when dealt those cards.
The young creature stopped when he came across a small clearing. He leaned against a tree, scratching his glowing yellow green skin against the rough bark. Slivers of daylight speckled the ground through small openings in the tree cover. He turned his orange eyes towards the sky, wondering exactly what time of the day it was. He lost track in the depths of the forest where no sun shone through. It was quite apparent when night did fall, though, as his skin would rot away to leave patches of death and decay only to knit itself back together like nothing had ever happened when morning returned.
Perhaps that's why his mother didn't want him. A rotten, radioactive looking child with a skeleton painted across his body. Who could blame her?
He hears a rustle and crackling of twigs and flinches. Ears pricked up as he turned his head to watch with glowing orange eyes. Was his mother returning for him?
Unfortunately for him, he drew a short straw in the game of life. A dark god as a father and a narcissistic leech of a mother left him with nothing and no one. Life is not kind to everyone, it is a hard, painful lesson learned young when dealt those cards.
The young creature stopped when he came across a small clearing. He leaned against a tree, scratching his glowing yellow green skin against the rough bark. Slivers of daylight speckled the ground through small openings in the tree cover. He turned his orange eyes towards the sky, wondering exactly what time of the day it was. He lost track in the depths of the forest where no sun shone through. It was quite apparent when night did fall, though, as his skin would rot away to leave patches of death and decay only to knit itself back together like nothing had ever happened when morning returned.
Perhaps that's why his mother didn't want him. A rotten, radioactive looking child with a skeleton painted across his body. Who could blame her?
He hears a rustle and crackling of twigs and flinches. Ears pricked up as he turned his head to watch with glowing orange eyes. Was his mother returning for him?
ghoulish