Yuki-Onna | Poem

Dark coils of raven hair whitened by winter’s snow Skin pale and blue from antiquated rage and the unrelenting, tumultuous cold Poised in a glistening meadow of snowflakes, of ice To steal the souls and petrify the bodies of any mortal life A disconcerted but enchanted mortal would wander to her form Too entranced to…

Doodles and Sketches By a Girl Who Can’t Draw

I kept telling myself that people are born naturally exceptional at certain skills, that some people are naturally good at drawing and I wasn’t one of them; I was denying myself the ability to try. And failing to try will always be a disservice to yourself.