Mescaline Brisset
Bio
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
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Eyes of a Goddess
She stretched her neck in a wriggling swan motion. It was a feast for hungry eyes. Her flawless alabaster skin shimmered in the afternoon sun like a multicoloured mosaic, mesmerising and mystical. Her long, slim arms wrapped around her body like morning mist.
By Mescaline Brisset7 months ago in Fiction
The Writing on The Wall
CONTENT WARNING: MENTION OF CHILD ABUSE AND SUICIDE She kept on writing. Soft pencil followed the movement of her right hand and arm in unison with the universe. Her blonde hair fell in rustling cascades over her dainty shoulders, sweeping away all the dust hovering in the warmth of the sunny day.
By Mescaline Brisset8 months ago in Fiction