#corpsealtar

Decided to expand on the idea from my first post.

Meet Richard John Ryder, an 18-year-old student who goes blind in his last year of high school.

Would be fun to explore themes of self-acceptance, identity, and mental health.

Original Character spawned. Lol.

Part Two out now!

I live

in my head 

on a scorched homestead

it crashes

white-hot-red

into ashes.

glass shatters

like sick misery

and 

walls crumble dismally.

The roof caves

like a cemetery

of fresh graves.

I live

in my head

with gashes

on a homestead 

Part one...

(Behind the scenes post...)

Uhm, hi.

I'm not actually allowed to have one of these devices. Outsider magic-- or 'technology'??--is against boarding school policy. It's worth ten lashes on the knuckles. Maybe more. My teachers often tell me: любопытство сгубило тебя (Curiosity ruined you.)

But I can't help it. I've been finding these on a lot of corpses in the woods around school lately. Especially the last 5 winters.

I've spent three moon cycles and every lunch break trying to decipher this thing.

It's strange, knowing there are other kids out there. Or, well--- I think you're human, too.

Who knows? You could be humanoid animals. Just like my teachers.

For you affection

Gave In

To your expectation

Made less

Of my perception

Even as

your fingers

tighten

around my throat

I float

Between reality and fantasy.

"What am I worth without my sight?"