The first thing I noticed about his apartment was that it did not feel lived in.It felt prepared.We had been dating for six weeks when Daniel invited me over for dinner, He made a delicious arrabbiata, apologizing a dozen times for the mess while standing in a kitchen so clean that it looked staged. When … Continue reading In Sacred Spaces
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Muse
I will write you in every story I can.In every way I know.For as long as I have words left.Sometimes, you might be the heroine.Sometimes, just a stranger passing through the lines.Sometimes, you will not be there at all,yet every sentence will belong to you. In one story, I might compare you to a rose.In … Continue reading Muse
Everything Must Burn
By the third night, he had learnt two things.1. No one was coming to save him.2. Cold would probably kill him before the hunger does.The island was small. The sea surrounded it in every direction, endless and glassy.During the day, it almost looked beautiful.At night, the island turned to ice.The cold sat next to him … Continue reading Everything Must Burn
A Writer’s Sin
In the middle of the night,my mind writes.It writes of dreamscapes and fantasies,of old love and new heartaches,of conversations that never happened,and stories that ended differently.It writes letters to those no longer here,and speeches I will never give.It rewrites past,and drafts future.It invents worlds,and mourns their death.My mind,in the middle of the night,does not wish … Continue reading A Writer’s Sin
The Girl Who Burnt Troy (at my coffee shop)
That single side look of hers made me feel like someone had thrown me into a blender and pureed my soul.You know the lookNot an intentional look, that can be explained. This was one of those corner eye glances, the kind that burnt Troy to the ground. The kind that has men writing poetry or … Continue reading The Girl Who Burnt Troy (at my coffee shop)
Love You Like a Poem I Never Wrote
They say that people who write poems are a lost breed of die hard romantics, who would lyrically put their heart on the line. I have been sitting here for the past hour, staring at an empty page that seems to stare back at me. All I have managed to write is "To me, you … Continue reading Love You Like a Poem I Never Wrote
Currently Reading
The river moved like it had somewhere to be, but at the same time it had no urgency of getting there. The water was clear enough for me to see the pebbles beneath, smooth little obstacles that had long since become part of the river's shape. Sunlight broke through the large canopy of oak trees … Continue reading Currently Reading
Blind Nights
They say that broken women know how to love, but not always who to love, and she stood as proof of that.She looked around the room, last night lingered in small, scattered ways, like light filtering into a space through crooked blinds. It had been good, he had been what she wanted him to be, … Continue reading Blind Nights
Tinderbox
Like a matchstick, waking up in the ruins, of a house it burned down,
Piku and his bag of Peanuts
Ever since he was a boy, Piku had always carried a small bag of peanuts.No one really knew why, not even Piku. It was something his grandmama had started.She used to put a handful into his pockets before he ran out to play.For what exactly, she never explained.Years passed, grandmama was gone, the reason did … Continue reading Piku and his bag of Peanuts
No sleep, except to dream
Darling, all is lost, I fear,I wrestled doom, the end is near.First came the wolf, eyes like coal,He growled so deep it shook my soul. I threw a punch straight to his maw,He barely flinched, unsheathed his paw.I hurled a boulder in wild defense,He bit it, broke it, pure violence. Then from the woods, she … Continue reading No sleep, except to dream
Off The Top of My Head
And I escape reality For there is sorrow in me And I escape reality For there is no where else to be.
Under A Different Star
Do you remember that moonlit night?The night we saw together,When the winter cold blanketed and brought us closer,The cosmic magic that was singing in your eyes as you looked into mine,Of how you squeezed my hands as I kissed your lips. I went home that day as a new me,Reborn in the ashes of your … Continue reading Under A Different Star
Will of Fire/A Desire in Dire
Red fluid oozed from my feet, onto the pavement below, staining it crimson. This is not the path that I thought,Thorns as sharp as blade, pricked, pierced, pained, spilling flesh over stone. This is not the place I sought,Misery in the form of unhappiness, agony in the form of suffering. This is not the dream … Continue reading Will of Fire/A Desire in Dire