Scorching in a way the April sun never was. / Scorching in a way a fever never feels. / It wasn't just grief
Then you will vanish—becoming Amma, Chachi, Mami. No one will remember your name.
I made my first kite out of white paper scraps; on my 16th birthday, it came to me that they needed a pop of color.
I am not a single name. Not a single wound.
Grey chips of rough cement Rust rubble all around,
This was the way it ended: not with fire, But carried quietly under sleep-beds,
The moon is a cheeseball, Cratered, yellow, and huge like your eyeballs
I rush to the mirror. My gums are pristine, no wound, no sin. But when I look back at the fruit, the truth reveals itself: the flesh is blackened, writhing with tiny, hungry mouths. The rot has teeth
Moving mindlessly and / Etching every alley along the way / With verses devoted to you
That night, the wind howled like the wolves as Shyam and Alameen rowed silently, their boat traversing through the misty air and the water rippling gently beneath them.
Mother woke before sunrise with the weight of the house pulling at her bones and moved against the cold floor, the chill biting at her ankles. In the corner hung the gutted rabbit, its blood pooling on the floor. Her fingers trembled, as she bathed herself in it, coating her skin red.
Stay in a group, never in alleyways
In a world spun from the threads of chaos, we are born into a tapestry of shadows. We are shimmering maidens in the night, nurturing within us a fire both subtle and strong. Yet, the air around us is heavy with whispers–danger and desire intertwined.
Chaos. More chaos.
“Attention passengers. The next train arriving is a B train traveling westbound towards Boston College. Please stand clear of the closing doors."
a man walks into a bar but he looks like a little boy
I skip talking to myself for hours / The “me time”, before going to bed
i quite like the smell of cloves, even more when they're burning/ turning charcoal in front of my eyes
Sweat beads upon my brow, my shirt begins to cling/ The vile monster's tendrils reach out, adhesive
