What am I alive for? Is it to breathe the easy insolence of the wind, to see it circle around a cherry sky strike violets against the blue (birthing violence into a calm) causing merciful ripples into a dead lake. Is it to feel the fables rustle the leaves dense green and raging into the […]Read More What am I alive for?
How long until I forget the sound of your voice- the sunlight seeping in through your bedroom window, you telling me you’d rather talk in the dark. Escaping to your terrace and taking pictures of the sunset, talking with the flowers blooming in the spring. Did you know I was watering our grave? Will I […]Read More When We’re Dead
I felt it as the first wave crashed upon me- the water percolating on my skin forming dews, resting around my chest. I felt it as it drowned my throat and I wished that it would drown me too. But since the summer of 2016, I have learnt how to swim in prolonged tides, in […]Read More Cancer Season
It is excruciatingly painful to be self-aware – to know your own flaws to the see the morbid direction in which you are willingly walking to be a slave to old, destructive habits. It’s almost like I am a corpse, you would have to be a moldy, mourning cadaver to be able to digest the […]Read More On Omniscience and Decay
It is like being skinned, like being slowly unguarded and left in a formidable puddle of my own dearth. I sit on a couch, a sofa, a loveseat, anything to cushion the bone I am about to be. “Let’s undress this sweetheart, we are only here to celebrate nudity.” But, mother, I have never been […]Read More To The Girl in The Mirror
I have always felt that humans were like the sea- the unfathomable girth of their chests as they inhale the decadence of their families, the expansive ripples in their eyes like the tides washing over their moral sense, polluted in plastic the sea bass trying to breathe through polythene, coral reefs around the groin something […]Read More Fishes
In the sultry ambiance, I visited the virginity in your soul, the curves- I adored, I felt through the tangible fathom of an inch below my skin, I tasted through the flourishing tactility from my scathing tongue, I had never felt so legitimate until I saw your naked skin peeling into mine and the nonsensical validity […]Read More To My Temporary Friend
There is an open faucet under my bed, glazed over my body I am leaking into the people around me- I have never been this honest. In my head, my arms are outstretched draped across a bathtub, two toes sticking out like odd deformities. There is nothing aesthetic about it. The marble I rest […]Read More Leakages