Viktorsha : Writing

Smoking after sex.

Smoking after sex.

A Poem by Viktorsha


One step.-------- Two steps. I begin to walk faster. Three steps, the ground is cold. Four steps. My feet are blue. Five steps. I run. Wind in my..
At sea .(2)

At sea .(2)

A Story by Viktorsha


When Mila opened her eyes, heavy soundwaves were gracefully floating from one side of her brain to another. Looking around, she noticed she was no l..
At sea.(Part 1)

At sea.(Part 1)

A Story by Viktorsha


Last autumn Mila met too many obscured men whose ambition was drowned in the veneration of auburn haired women. Their salty tongues, dreary arms, mono..
Velvet.

Velvet.

A Story by Viktorsha


7 a.m. My bony fingers are soaked in the greasy residue of my face. I still haven't opened my eyes but the blotchy scarlet emulsions are already glutt..
raw jaw.

raw jaw.

A Poem by Viktorsha


insomnia.
The LIghthouse.

The LIghthouse.

A Poem by Viktorsha


(unfinished.)
"The Battle"

\"The Battle\"

A Story by Viktorsha


An epic fight you want to read about.
Suvorovskaya.

Suvorovskaya.

A Story by Viktorsha


A small part from my story. More to come.
Blanched.

Blanched.

A Poem by Viktorsha


Forgive my lips , they taste of weakness. These cold black skies illuminate the numbness of the promises Forgotten through the code of lies . Winte..
Untitled.

Untitled.

A Poem by Viktorsha


You are the only one to kiss my forehead bite my lip see me naked squeeze my hand when I'm afraid. You are the only one to Whisper into my ear a..