His & Hers
His devils were like the shadows of trees in the forest, while hers were like the shadows of clouds in the sky; they were both dark and mysterious, but one was rooted in the earth,
Brain Fog
Her thoughts were like a jumbled mess of string, impossible to untangle or make sense of.
Havoc Daemon
Spawned from nightmare fuel, bound by nothing.
River Styx
The River Styx, as dark and silent as the night, flowed through the underworld, its waters choked with the souls of the dead.
Scary Dog Privilege
People see my dog and suddenly they’re practicing social distancing. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Matt Medley (@med.ley)
Through the Haze
I could see through the haze, watching the people go by, but not really being a part of it.
