For the Love of Myself and Lucy Westenra A vulnerable, erotic(ish) poem about learning to love yourself in strange, cryptic ways, all thanks to Dracula.
poetry
Victoria Wraight
She/her • Writer of the cryptic, strange, and everything in-between 🦇
Buffalo, NY, United States
Selected work (8 publications)
Why my Pot Pie is on Fire in the Toaster Oven“I It’s been a week since the chasm opened, and I’m getting sick of scraping moss off my shampoo bottles.“
What happens when a possible eldritch horror chooses to mess with a tired girl and her fat cat in her small NYC apartment?
flash
Maybe We Are Monstrous “We’re all curious and self-indulging beasts who can’t handle our own reflection… so we smash headfirst into it, succumbing to our shame just to escape it.”
A queer dark academia piece about the dangers of lusting for what you can’t have.
Fiction
Cryptic Happenings “ I used to daydream that one day an attractive stranger with a dark secret would visit the shop and sweep me off my feet, but this isn’t what I meant.”
In this piece, a curio shop worker learns the hard way that not all her wares are junk.
Short Story
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