Author: Zo Grimmwood

I am the the emptiness in your eyes. The blood on your blade the tears you cry at night I embrace the dark. Follow me on a journey through tales of madness, science, and fantastical worlds.
Written by Zo Grimmwood

Sour

Is the taste of my bile. I hug the porcelain bowl, body heavy, anchored to the tile. My throat burns and no honey here to hold my head up while my stomach churns. The fever won’t quit It’s lonely and painful. I pass out and I drown in my own vomit.    

Written by Zo Grimmwood

CMR002

Keona here again…I got another weird recording. My girls were up last night and maybe it’s just children’s games but…it’s a bit scary. I found the board under Jamie’s bed…not sure what my next step should be.