Is it okay that I started so late?
Everything is so far away — a tonic away.
Trauma makes abrasions, lines and circles that exquisitely permeate and colour the lens of our eyes; the blood of our mind. Poison’d in entrapment.
Skin: There are miles to me. Eyes: A deep onyx. Tresses of Indian ink hair locks hang free on my petite frame. Is this beauty? The transient and evolving features that define me? Can you see past the flesh that envelopes me: Hear the lofty and intricate thoughts of my mind, The exorbitant way I […]
I have the same dream every night: I am on a beach. My eyes are closed and my hands – stretched open. I am bathing in the sunlight and marveling at the easiness of the moment. Then, my eyes open. I see the shore, which looks boundless, and a wild jungle positioned miles behind me. […]
I want to warn him before it happens; I see the melt – the melt he created. What use are words of reapproach? He is falling and falling: All I can do is watch. His body is positioned in curves of terror and instability. He is in complete entropy. I absurdly yearn to ask him, […]
There is a sheen that works its way, out of the edges of my mind; it metastasizes to my physicality. Untouchable, indestructible; undetectable. I daringly gaze into the eyes of otherwise faceless people. I implore them–anyone– to visualize the framework of my audacious, unsteady mind; the truths that I hide, the venom that spills occasionally […]