Ney Korvin (fore.shadow inworld)
Her Nightmares
Take everything she is, every last piece. The little, the woman, the broken, the awkward. Shake it up with the dreamer, the worshipper, the sensual and feed it to every demon that feeds on her insecurities, her doubts, the ever present yearning. Where sleep once was respite, a reality better than the waking world, all that remains is a mockery of it all. Bittersweet reminders, a broken record of those whispers that laugh at the ache licking at the walls of her self inflicted prison. Those are the nightmares of a little.
Her Nightmares
Take everything she is, every last piece. The little, the woman, the broken, the awkward. Shake it up with the dreamer, the worshipper, the sensual and feed it to every demon that feeds on her insecurities, her doubts, the ever present yearning. Where sleep once was respite, a reality better than the waking world, all that remains is a mockery of it all. Bittersweet reminders, a broken record of those whispers that laugh at the ache licking at the walls of her self inflicted prison. Those are the nightmares of a little.