Cory DeAn Cowley
Bio
Founder/Owner of C.D.C. Works
Making disgusting, horrific, raw art and books is what I do.
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Stories (15/0)
Family Bond
My mother gave me that heart-shaped locket. I kept it around my neck and squeezed it of its life. I laid on my back below the surface and listened to the sound of horns blasting in the distance. It was insane; I did not ever anticipate the darkness around me becoming a hell of nothing but solitude.
By Cory DeAn Cowley3 years ago in Futurism
Schizophrenia
“She was Madness in a form undecipherable to mortal eyes. She was elemental fury, cast upon the Earth, forever wallowing in confusion, yet so perfectly imperfect in her being. The fire, so vividly burning in the distance, beneath the forest canopy, seduced the darkness and enveloped her in all that she was. For the cold was no stranger to her burning spirit, and no winter could sustain the magma that fell from her lips. Ruins that crumbled to the ground and time ticked silently away as days fell to night. But, like all things immemorial, the antiquities that graced Her danced freely into the woodlands; grasping the trunks, running naked through all that was and that will be”
By Cory DeAn Cowley3 years ago in Poets
