Even my own shadow left me at my darkest time © 2016, Quiyet Brul


It does not live in me; it is the color that never left me and the color I see when I close my eyes. © 2016, Quiyet Brul

into the light

They clamorously shout, “Do not go into the light!” But I am foolishly attracted the way Moths make love to Fire © 2016, Quiyet Brul


I fought civil wars in bed © 2016, Quiyet Brul


you throw away knives, pencil sharpeners, and forks; all gone but fingernails too jagged, too weak to dig beneath the skin you continue to chew to get further in, careless about the dirt living under it's better this way you tell yourself and you accept the lie until you see your reflection wearing another's skin so strange, …

A Set of Eyes

Momma, I'm not pretty enough. I will one day be left behind Unwanted. Momma, I’ll never be able to express myself. I’m a balloon that loses its air unnoticeably. Emotionless. Formless. Lifeless. Momma, I am scared that all I will feel is devastation, brought on by the hurricane of emotions to which there is no …


I light up for others’ naive entertainment–– a firework that screams to the moon, dancing, erratically glinting while my last sparks fall back to earth © 2016, Quiyet Brul

how to kill yourself without hurting anyone

A tutorial.


a puppet: your plaything that can never detach from the threads played by your fingers i twirled my body elegantly to hold your attention yet you grew tired of me like any other child you let go bones collapsed threads twisted i was left jarred on the surface unattended unmoved unloved © 2016, Quiyet Brul

everyday blog posts

I have been gone for almost a year, and I am finally ready to devote most of my time to sharing content. I am ready to let you in my head once again. Be ready to experience how it's like in there! Everything's continuous. Everything's non-stop. Everything's discombobulating—thoughts after thoughts over thoughts atop another. It's …