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Sisterlock
Her face was green. Like an olive skin oxidating on the early morning sun. She screams as I was stared. Nothing is ever enough. How did I dare to…mess up my brain? I all made it up. She thinks. The rattling in my head is real. The white lights on the red stage are real. … Continue reading Sisterlock
Elevator pitch
Darkness. I remember the darkness. Soft, warm, and extremely volatile. Fragile. With the smell of freshly washed underwear. Naked. Without feelings. Just holding curiosity with my small clenched fingers. Break. I don’t put together. I break. Not to pieces. Not to particles. To invisible and back. To deflated Super Nova. I am wrenched. I am … Continue reading Elevator pitch
The Wind is still Strong
The container of time lost by the wind. It escapes the boundary, as I float towards my culmination. Twists and turns in red lights, no floors in between, bends at her own knees, lovingly seeing true colors of the day. The morning has the smell of fear, the one that sticks to your nostrils, and … Continue reading The Wind is still Strong
A Day without Me
It was just a day, an ordinary day. I was dressing up, putting on my black winter jacket, when all of sudden I was surrounded by darkness. A throbbing pain came down my neck and I was lost. Gone. But a Day without Me was born. I was eleven when I first heard that song. … Continue reading A Day without Me
