Author: Helena Ghoche

I knew it. From the first glance, like a secret already waiting beneath my skin, a truth unspoken. I knew it. The moment your devilish eyes caught mine, pulling me under with no promise of return. I knew it then. When your smile unfurled – reckless and dangerous, yet softer than morning light on a…

I didn’t dip my toes— I dove… Headfirst,into blackwater cold. Where sound foldsand light forgets your name. I opened my chest like a wound,let salt flood the seams. Even the moon turned awaywhen I slippedunderneath. Down I sank—past jellybone dreams,through shipwrecked wantsand the bones of thingsthat once begged to be held. The pressure kissed me…

The masks were white—not clean, but dead,like wilted lilies left too long in water,faces frozen mid-lie,grinning with teeth that never knew warmth. They surrounded me—and I, draped in a robe too white to belong to me,felt them cling like guilt to my skin. It whispered of silence,of purity I never asked for,in a room reeking…

He said it takes two to tango,But left her spinning in a storm of her own steps. She began with the opening walk—Slow, deliberate.Her body an invitation,Her eyes locked on his,Waiting for him to claim the lead. But he hesitated at the threshold,Fear pooling in his chest like poison,While she extended her leg—A bridge he…

She lit every roomwith oil and bone,hung her ribs like chandeliers,invited him to kneelin the cathedralbuilt from her wounds. Her voice echoed,like wind through crypts,soft, but sharpened by survival.She was still.Not dormant—divine.A storm cloaked in prayer. But he—he took the easy way out.Slipped through a crack in the wallbefore the house could speak,before the pipes…

It hurts—my heart, a red bruise swelling beneath my skin,tight like a scream trapped in the throat of a dream.It coils in the ribcage,a beast pacing, pacing,snarling at the hollow where your name once curled,like smoke after rain. It hurts—my soul,like a flame-colored leaf,falling in the middle of summer,out of season,out of place,spun by winds…

If you’re ever bitten by a snake,Do you follow it, to blame it for the poison? No. But the reptile is now inside of me,Its venom degrading through my organs,Filling me with its poison, rushing in my veins— Like shadows crawling under my skin, Each pulse is a reminder, a hiss in the dark; It…

I am in my Morrigan phase.   I might shift—raven to tiger, shadow to claw.   You might see three of me, layered across dimensions, watching, waiting.   Hunting your soul.   Am I scary? Yes. Morrigan does not beg. She does not plead.   She is the scream before the blade sinks deep.   She is the omen in the…