I feel it. The stab in my back. A Dagger piercing through my skin; pain surges inward and I hear the voices dying. Drops of blood resemble liquefied rubies, oh so red! I walk barefoot; The stink and sin of fallen things haunt my feet. Disappearing faces, misleading noises, fallen roses and broken promises! What … Continue reading Stranded.
Just another day for me in the shower. In the right hand corner is the wall where he lived, living his life, his way. The web was expansive and strong with carcasses of dead insects spread along the corners. A mosquito casually flew right into it, that curious little twat. He came out casually as … Continue reading Indifference.
The blood on my hand is now graffiti on the floor; the tattoos are red, skin stained with gore. There’s butterfly on my lips, sore eyes staring at the wrists. Limping across the hall, I cover the wounds with tape; the music sounds morbid as I watch out the window, clinging onto the wall. There … Continue reading Home.
The usual farmer’s market; people going around, buying vegetables, bargaining and chattering their mouths out. I see men staring at women, I see women exchanging glances. The sky was pale, clouds were scattered and feeble and the sun was about to set. I walked further past children crying for toys, parents covered their eyes, vendors … Continue reading Finding a way back.
Barely have I stopped walking; It was home That now wandered.
Home has never been home Without Your arm in my arm