9. why can’t we unwind the stars

Your lips are all I ever wanted Correction: your lips on mine is all I ever wanted The clouds in your eyes conveys the same Let's rewind to the time when it was feverish Fast, urgent, desperate Like I would run away if you ever let me go Biting my lips till they are fluffed... Continue Reading →

8. epistolary romance

TuesdayNovember 8th, 2019Bright and not so early. Actually it was piercing annoying afternoon sun. Annoying, I repeat, very annoying. He was typing, furiously, as usual. It's like we are just mere fleshed skeletons sitting next to each other. The flipping of the pages of my book was the only relaxing sound. A weight, his weight... Continue Reading →

7. something vague part 1

She likes me, I think You know when she 'accidentally' brushes her hand against yours. She does not like me, I think Her inhibitions about relationships keeps me at my bay. She likes me, I think I mean, she saved a slice of pizza, for me. She does not like me, I think She saved... Continue Reading →

6. coalesce

There are bumps, lots of them The most prominent one on the bridge of his nose God! What about that bump? Vivid imagery takes form in her mind You know, the ones that involve the bedroom The shower maybe. No wait, the kitchen counter was the one What about the softness of his lips? She... Continue Reading →

5. a ghost named near

the clear glass becomes foggy as my breath courses out of me i can do some transient senseless patterns what they call 'art' these days everything is 'art' these days that is what you used to say i glance up i stare at the reflection i gasp for you are there i reach out i... Continue Reading →

4. the gospel according to grief

"Who is there?" My voice echoes across the hollow roomMuffled cries answers my question. I walk down the narrow pathClothed in a red carpet. Seats on either side, lacking habitation. Expecting the kneelers to be occupied and many skulls bowed down Expecting to hear the hopes and prayers and happiness and fears. Silence came to... Continue Reading →

1. skeleton leaves

Yes! We know! One day we are to fall! that thought alone sets my brain into an unnerving reverie but can we say that our afterlives will be as beautiful as our reality? its weird to say that, right? does such a thing exist? a beautiful reality? maybe it does. maybe it does not. our... Continue Reading →

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