Ink & Wounds

Let the ink bleed where the heart cannot speak.

This is where the quiet breaks. Where confessions arrive disguised as poems, and truths too heavy for the tongue are stitched into the page. Ink & Wounds is a gallery of bruised language—prose, poetry, fragments, and screams muffled by metaphor.

These aren’t stories wrapped in ribbon. They’re letters never sent. Diary pages rescued from fire. The trembling moments between memory and meaning.

If you’re looking for polish, look elsewhere.
If you’re looking for raw, reckless, and real, you’re already home.

Latest posts

Forged from an Old Soul

He wasn’t born lucky. Nobody handed him a map.He learned early that some of us come into this world half-built, and the rest is on us.So he carved his name into time, steady and deliberate — a slow rebellion written…

Skin Against the Wall

The wall split open at the hairline crack, and she came through screaming. Not with sound, but with vibration—the kind you feel crawling in your teeth, rattling in your bones. Her hair—roots alive with autumn rot and evergreen hunger—whipped outward…

Tarab & Bone

Prose – 3TC I’m not afraid.I’m not afraid.I’m not allowed to be. Where I come from, fear is a luxury we were born too broke to afford. Vulnerability wasn’t something we dismissed—it was something we were denied. It was kept…

I Scream Every Time I’m Asked to Compromise

I scream every time I’m asked to compromise who I am, what I believe.There are days I walk through this like a ghost—quiet, invisible, barely tethered to the world. I’ve worn this skin too long to pretend anymore. I’ve learned…

Lessons in Disappearance

for those who know what it’s like to be visible but not believed Every day is another lesson in invisibility.Not the kind you choose, not the soft fade of a disappearing act.This is the kind handed down in glances that…

A Half-Burned Gospel

Another psalm from the quiet fire. Can you howl when there is no one there to hear you?Is your passion only for public consumption?I’m frostbitten by your whispers. There was a time I needed your touch.I needed your attention.Not all…