Map words all over my body blank Strew sentences till they are embedded in every crevice Give me a string of letters to link Disjointed parts of a dismembered structure Map words all over my body blank So that they seep deep within my skin And infect the blood which pools pink on my lips … More BODY BLANK
They told you That I am a heavy sleeper That I kick and shuffle a lot while sleeping But that I never wake up easily Everyone joked about it And you laughed with them I decided I could never get their humour That night, I slept early There was very little space, so we had … More A NIGHT OF BRUISES
The local train feels like a prison. As the automatic doors made of metal and rubber and glass and scratches and hand prints shut before my eyes I am torn away from the glaring white clinical lights of the station And I am forced to confront The darkness of the underground tunnels buried deep within the … More Reflections
When nostalgia creeps up and whispers sweet nothings in my ear I close my eyes and wish away the moments that to me are so dear I breathe in the dusty smell of the present which reminds me I am dead but alive And I exhale harshly, hoping to do away with the feelings that … More I was.
the milky moon dissolves into the ink-black sky the stars look on helplessly as its pale beauty is rendered invisible by the violent oppressive sun it kills the night and bleeds all over the white sky. the cycle repeats itself daily. every day. everywhere. Suppress. Defeat. Triumph. Red Glory.
(Beta- a term of endearment meaning ‘Child’ or ‘Dear’.) The green canopies provide gentle protection To sun-kissed tired skin Nimble feet try to run with alacrity Away from the hands that attempt to restrain- No. Protect- That spirited little girl A young woman- presumably her mother Leans down on the grass and whispers Gentle words of … More The World is Not A Safe Place, Beta.
The orange-yellow street lamp glow touches every plane of your face lined with brightness and shadows and today- I am memories and reflections like a thousand mirrors shattering inside to pierce and cast back my reality to me and you I am a storyteller and I reveal in this yellow, dark space- myself. Rapt attention and … More Yellow Revelations
The dark room was warm The darkness itself, comforting. The girl curled into the blanket Soft wisps of hair scented her drifting dreams- Dreams untouched by the stench of reality She may have even smiled in her sweet slumber An eerie feeling intruded her senses A draft of coldness seeped through her bones A tightness … More VIOLATED
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