A poem: Echoes

A silhouette merging with the unknown- all that is left is your breath in the cold air as you exhale in slow motion. I speak in shadows, you respond with specters of light, haunting every word- making sense of it all; I choose to live in the now, but if

A poem: Afterlife

I taste the blood of dehydrated lips, admire the inadequately plucked eyebrows above vapid black circles surrounded by red on translucent white. Dark hair, itchy like rope against my neck, frozen hands trembling, features particularly thin: I forgot how to live, yet I laugh at my own sin.

Dantesque

She was standing by the window, her face seemingly puzzled by the familiar noise of trains rushing incessantly and birds making harpy-like sounds. It was really taking her back. Back to the days when she made connections between the number of the floor she was living on and the corresponding

Poems from years ago

the fragile body and soul now shine with a different light and cast a different shadow: the light of god, the shadow of Lucifer. – Distracted by my flame, I spilled some water in that little cavity between you and me. Your presence turned it into ice, I stepped towards

Music: Submerged

Their music submerged my body in cold waters- red, blue, and purple lights piercing into the depths. Their voice embraced me, the melody wrapped me up in a liquid swirl, whilst my mind was surrounded by the haze of the late 90’s when I was a child and the very early

Aquarium

On the other side, I see your face distorted among plants and fish; you smile and I’m happy because I know you know how I love rivers, lakes, and the sea from afar, and how I used to take swimming lessons when I was little, yet was never eventually able to swim

Shiver

That memory of snowdrops, fountain pens, and spring dew made my world shiver this morning once again.

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