Abyss, Blood, and Rot
Starting with an introduction…
Hello, I’m Alice. I’m creating this blog because I love to write but don’t have an outlet for my creations. What better way to encourage me to write regularly and spill my guts online than having a blog? To be honest, I’m aimless, but I figured why not have a little fun in the process.
A few things about me just to get the ball rolling here:
I love to write—as I already stated. I’ve been writing poetry since I was very little, but I’ll write anything if I set my mind to it. I don’t have anything published, however, as I’ve preferred to keep my writings to myself for the most part. Emily Dickinson has always been an inspiration. My goal is to get a little more daring with this space.
I practice paganism and witchcraft. If that’s not to your taste, you probably won’t enjoy my content too much. My writing is going to include my thoughts on spiritual concepts, pagan practices, sharing spells I’ve created, among other things. So, be prepared.
Beyond this, I’m also a wife and mother, which means life is hectic and my schedule is irregular. It is worth it. I’ve found little else in the world that makes the darkness worthwhile except for the light my husband and daughter bring to my life. Despite sharing my innermost thoughts here, I will not be sharing my family for the obvious reasons.
With that said, I want to begin by sharing a poem I wrote the other day. I saw a post online requesting to describe your personality by choosing between multiple items in an OP-described “cursed Myer-Briggs test”; a notion that tickled and inspired me. What better way to introduce my mind than through cursed personality test results derived completely from personal symbology.
Enjoy!
Abyss, Blood, and Rot
I am not a void.
Voids are endless nothingness—
I am far from nothing.
I am an abyss.
A bottomless cavern of darkness
Mysterious and frightening
One that only those with courage dare to venture
In search of something lost.
I am not bone.
Bone is structure
I am tether-less and without foundation.
I am blood.
The vessel that courses through your veins
Giving you something to breathe with.
Cut out your heart and I’ll spill out in a pool
Until the light fades from your eyes.
I am not dust.
Dust is final
The absolute end.
I am rot.
A decaying corpse slowly reaching into death
Lying in wait of finality.
But I’m not anywhere close to being done, yet.