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.

cat on a wall.

There’s a stone wall so high, going up there felt like being in the sky. There’s a cat on that wall staring at the clouds; feeling the wind wrapping around his body, growing more intense with each fleeting second. He doesn’t want to go back to where he came from, there’s nothing left there. The … Continue reading cat on a wall.