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@willowflame1996.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 6:38 PM

Winded 💨

Resisting took everything I had.

#willowflame #PoetsOfBlueSky

A minimalist black background with wisps of ghostly white smoke swirling across the upper right corner. On the left, white text reads: “I spent all my air fighting back.” The stark composition evokes exhaustion, suffocation, and the aftermath of struggle.
@willowflame1996.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 10:50 PM

Premeditated 🔪

I will not go quietly.

#willowflame #PoetsOfBlueSky #horror

Slide 1 — Content Warning A black background with a subtle gray spotlight illuminating the center. At the top, large blood-red serif lettering reads “CONTENT WARNING.” Beneath it, centered white serif text reads: “The content to follow is violent and visceral. It contains explicit descriptions of attempted murder, stabbing, strangulation, and severe physical trauma. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.” The stark black, red, and white color scheme establishes a dark, ominous psychological horror aesthetic.Slide 2 — Premeditated A dark, textured black background illuminated by a faint overhead spotlight. The title “PREMEDITATED” appears at the top in large, blood-red serif lettering. Two columns of off-white serif poetry are separated by an ornate vertical red divider resembling a ceremonial dagger. Selected violent words are highlighted in red. Left column: First he tried to smother me with a pillow. When I thrashed around, struggling for air, he brandished his knife. His intent was to sever my spine. However... His murder attempt failed. Right column: He underestimated the durability of my spine— which has repeatedly been fractured, and is now calcified. Then I fought back. Not with blunt force... but by dissecting him with a scalpel.
@willowflame1996.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 4:38 AM

Liturgy of Distortion 🎭

A seven-poem psychological horror chapbook, posted here in full.

#willowflame #PoetsOfBlueSky #PsychologicalHorror

@willowflame1996.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 6:09 PM

Exsanguinated 🩸

Ravenous appetite, never satiated.

#willowflame #PoetsOfBlueSky #horror

A square, gothic-style graphic with a vivid blood-red background fading to black around the edges. On the right, a black silhouette of a long, slender hand with pointed nails reaches upward. On the left, black Gothic lettering reads: “Grief had already bled me dry. Then, you came—demanding me to slake your thirst. Mistaking my silence for something you could drink.”
@willowflame1996.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 4:29 AM

Unquenchable ⚰️

But still you drank more.

#willowflame #PoetsOfBlueSky #horror

A dark, horror-themed image of an open wooden coffin with deep red tufted velvet lining, set against rough gray brick walls and shadowy surroundings. White gothic text inside the coffin reads: “I was empty, weakened—but still you drank, drank, drank... Draining more, more, more...”
@willowflame1996.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 3:13 PM

The Last of the Wax 🕯️

I had nothing to give, and yet you still took from me.

#willowflame #PoetsOfBlueSky

A nearly burned-out candle sits in a soot-stained glass jar on a dark wooden table, with only a short blackened wick and a thin layer of melted wax remaining. The dim background is softly blurred with warm amber lights. White text reads, “I burned down to the wick— then you scraped the glass for the remnants.”
@willowflame1996.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 1:40 AM

Pixels 🖼️

A new voice buried in the infinite feed.

#willowflame #PoetsOfBlueSky

A square digital artwork made of large, colorful pixel blocks arranged in a rainbow gradient, shifting from dark blues and purples at the top left through greens, yellows, oranges, and reds. Centered across the image in large, off-white typewriter-style text are the words: “I pour my soul into pixels.”
@willowflame1996.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 6:27 PM

Half a Second 📎

For half a second, you did not look away.

#willowflame #PoetsOfBlueSky

A monochrome collage on an off-white paper background. On the left, typewriter-style text reads: “I compressed an entire human experience into four lines and a JPEG. Someone scrolled past it in half a second. Still—for half a second, I existed inside another mind.” On the right, a black-and-white instant-photo-style image, held by a paperclip, shows blurred figures walking through a train station.
@willowflame1996.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 5:49 PM

To Be Witnessed 📷

Do not bleach my rage into something tasteful.

#willowflame #PoetsOfBlueSky

Black-and-white photograph of a person in dark clothing holding a vintage camera at waist level, their hands layered over one another and adorned with rings. The right side fades into deep black negative space with white typewriter-style text reading: “To be witnessed is not to be sanitized, censored, or saved.”
@willowflame1996.bsky.socialSep 26, 2026, 8:18 PM

The Pursuit 🪟

Thank you for being here, and for looking closely.

#willowflame #PoetsOfBlueSky

A nearly black image with a small warm-lit window glowing in the lower right. Text reads: “I strive for perfection in my most vulnerable form of self expression. Writing is the pursuit of being witnessed.”
@willowflame1996.bsky.socialSep 22, 2026, 10:28 PM

Pressure release 🌊

When everything you were carrying in silence finally finds a way out.

#willowflame #PoetsOfBlueSky

A hand-drawn mixed-media image on textured off-white paper. Dense black graphite scribbles fill the upper half like a blocked dam, while blue, teal, and lavender colored-pencil water bursts through a jagged opening and flows across the bottom of the page. Large white serif text reads, “Creative catharsis after a long writer’s block feels like the breaking of a dam.”
@willowflame1996.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 3:05 PM

Without My Armor 🛡️

It's nice to meet you.

#willowflame #introduction

A pile of medieval-style metal armor, including a breastplate, helmet, shoulder pieces, chainmail, and gauntlets, lies abandoned on sunlit grass. Large white serif text above the armor reads, “To read these poems is to meet me without my armor.”