I feel suffocated. Trapped. They say the birds are chirping. No, it is the cardinal singing a death song. I cannot see. Everything’s black, so black. Oh no, not black, it is dark. But what’s the difference between dark and black, you ask. The blind one doesn’t see black, but knows and feels what darkness […]Read More Suffocated Dreams
It swirls in the whites of my eyes, threatening to shroud me from myself, and drown me in despair. Misery now defines me and my life. Black ink spills from my eyes. In desperation, I write and rewrite my destiny. The black slate remains black. Crimson coloured curtains made of rose petals touch my body. […]Read More Into The Unknown
Interesting. Very interesting. Your hands mimic mine; your lips mimic mine. Curving in that familiar way to form a smile. You flip your hair the same way I do….used to. Your eyes hold the same twinkle mine do….used to. You are even wearing my favourite earrings! Those colourful ones! You are so close to me, […]Read More Mimicry
My sorrows are faceless. Even in a deep slumber, they poke me.Endless. The sky bleeds orange red. Promise of a new day. But, bleeding. Blood.…..death? Oh no. I just heard a crow. Will my pain amplify now? Or just the opposite.Who knows. Yes, my sorrows are faceless.They possess a multitude of masks, though. Oh dear. […]Read More Faceless
She is standing amidst thousands of people, yet she feels alone. As if they were just illusions, a dark trick, of her twisted mind. Her shoulders feel heavy, from the burden they had been carrying for years, invisible. Neon signs illuminate the night, but her eyes can only see the dark. “Colours” is a foreign […]Read More Numb
“I heard it. I’m sure.” “You must be dreaming. Or it could have just been the wind.” You laugh and take a sip of your coffee. I stare at you, expressionless. “Yes, it must have been the wind….” “I saw it. I’m sure.” “Have you started hallucinating now? It must have been a trick of […]Read More Can you explain this, dear?