By: Janna Vought The world is wrong about me I’m a genius, broken girl sprung from Hell. Hell, where nectar flows from stone flowers and blackened apples shine. There are no humans here, only ghosts and shadows. Descend slowly, dark angel,…

By: Sri Ram My dear stinged bee, its your nectar writing this… If you think my nectar is impure then you are wrong… I might have fallen in love with him once but even he could not stand the weight…