A kaleidoscope of shattered glass rain from the sky, falling atop one another in heaps. Sheltered by an invisible roof, I catch a pair of glowing orbs circling around me like vultures studying their prey. I step forward, daring to look closer. The orbs abruptly stop and stare, trying to calculate their next move. Continue reading
The water turns hotter and hotter, as I try to scrub off the tingling ghosts your fingertips left on me. The crinkles of your smiling eyes flash behind my eyelids. My fingertips ache to trace the lines of your warm smile.
I scrub harder.
Your teasing eyes.
I shake my head harder.
Red skin and scorching-hot water. Continue reading
I am done riding the echoes of your voice,
Breathing in between rising waves of anxiety,
Rushing over hot cinders to please you.
Yet, I will continue to stare at this thin wall Continue reading
Dried brown petals crunch as I tiptoe between mirror shards.
Sometimes it feels like I’m being pushed over the edge… Continue reading
“Another existential crisis?” he snorted.
I tug on the ropes binding my wrists as his grin widens.
He dabbles his brush between different shades on his pallet, and continues to babble on like the idiot he is Continue reading
My legs rush me to the familiar aluminium door, and my fingers unlock it. Unidentified molecules and particles invite themselves into my lungs as I inhale and exhale deeply. Continue reading
It’s 6 A.M. on a Saturday morning, and I’m driving along Gulf Street. Sunrays dance lightly, basking the world in a soft layer of gold. Convertibles cruise on the street, and people walk along the playful waves. Continue reading
I sit on the cold tiled floor, hug my knees and rest my head on top of them.
A drop of water lands on the crown of my head.
Speeding thoughts slam into each other, words tangle with voices. Continue reading
Dear New Generation,
I still remember my 6th birthday. Looking at the Polaroid photos, I can almost recall the loud singing and mad clapping. I remember the Pokémon birthday cake -because that’s what all the cool kids got- and neatly-wrapped presents, not stupid gift cards in small envelopes. Continue reading
Let me make one thing clear: I’m not a big fan of the human race.
So Picture this: I’m sitting quietly, minding my own business when a paper ball lands on my desk.
The gossip list. Continue reading
Connecting the Uterus
A collection of crème-colored hijabs, glittery turbans and blond ombre curls fills the room.
It seems that I have done the unthinkable. Continue reading
Sci·am·a·chy noun [sahy-am–uh-kee]: an act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.
I wish I could walk on the veil between sunrise and dawn. I wonder what it would feel like if space was a hollow sphere trapping Earth inside it. If only I could hang myself upside down from the top of the inside, staring at Earth from above with tendrils of my inky hair merging with the clear blue of oceans. Continue reading
“See you on Thursday,” I had promised him.
I hastily open the pink bag, which was hidden at the back of my closet, to reveal the pearly white bra and matching knickers I had carefully picked out. After undressing and putting on the lingerie, I open another bag. Mesmerized by the velvety material, I spend a few minutes losing myself in the void of black fabric. I slowly pull the dress on, careful not to ruin the black roses and delicate lace that line the short sleeves. Continue reading
FANGIRL VS. NORMAL PERSON
Fangirl: So, umm, I kinda like this boy…I want to lick his eyeballs.
Normal person: Ooookay. That escalated quickly.
Fangirl: Dude, I want to drown in his beautiful blue eyes. I mean, his eyes are the color of shattered crystals swimming in lake water… I just want to keep them in a jar! Continue reading
In order to understand this, you must first learn who Noah really is.
Noah Shaw has a foot fetish.
Noah loves big feet, small feet, tattooed feet and especially high-arched feet. The main reason he agreed to work as a emcee in a strip club is that he gets to admire them all.
Red toenails, toe rings, colorful tattoos, sometimes it’s hard for Noah to remember why he shouldn’t kidnap one of the strippers and keep her in his closet. Continue reading
I play with the blond tendrils of my Barbie doll’s hair. They look like silver silk in the shallow moonlight. It’s past my bedtime and I should be asleep in bed, but sleep won’t come and I don’t want to make daddy angry.
I hear shouts and doors banging as I drop my Barbie doll. I quickly slip into bed and drape my blanket over me.
Don’t come in. Oh please, don’t come in. Continue reading
“Please, make the pain stop. I can’t take another breath of this anymore.” Her raspy voice cracks as she gulps air between her words.
I stare at the morphine syringe between my gloved fingers.
Don’t make eye contact; it’s easier that way. Continue reading
The sound of distant footsteps echoes through the crumbling walls. Rebels standby scattered through the ghostly streets of District five. Night has claimed the sky though it ought to be midday. The sickening veil of chemical compounds lingering in the air should clear within a few weeks of isolation. Continue reading
Streams of hazy sunshine flow into the room through the cracks in the shutters of the windows. My eyes flutter, causing me to swim in a state between consciousness and fuzzy dreams. I catch a glimpse of my room, the contents of my closet were thrown madly on the floor, and my clothes were sprawled all across, almost covering every inch of it. I open my eyes again; a little more steady this time. The outlines of my clothes merge with the furniture hiding under it, giving my room the feel of a creepy dump. A wave of nausea crashes over me, but it’s not from dizziness; it’s from the stench that’s leaking into my lungs. Continue reading
You see, I’ve been standing on this bridge for quite a while now. The molded planks are rough with age, tiny wooden needles digging into my bare feet. The pain is sweet, momentarily at least, comforting my nerves. An endless black abyss stretches below me, surrounded by a dense dark forest. The smell of rot is rich in the air as my lungs burn, consuming it. The traffic of venomous voices shuffling around in my head collides with a tornado of my own grim thoughts, unbalancing me. Continue reading