Melted

We’re wax bodies clung to each other like scented candles in the night. Dripping hot we’re sticky. And when the heat finally dies, we’ll harden like bodies frozen in time wax turned cold. Will we ever warm up again?

Vol. X

    Ponti was a gluttonous god. He hid his true form; a gelatinous, grey sac of flesh and fat. He wore only red, satin pants on short, fat legs, and a golden mantle of jewelry over his chest. His mouth was too wide for his face, his eyes too small and his oily hair kept his […]

Vol. IV

    In the world of land, a mountain made of black stone erupted. It spit golden fire and smoke made of fine crystal shards. The land shook and a molten, silver liquid spilled from the top of the black mountain. It covered the black stone and ran into the black sand, coating everything and turning the […]