The Dark

Why do you love the dark? I love the dark because it allows me to be whoever I want to be. I can be the smartest person on earth, the prettiest girl in the city or the most interesting person in the room. I can be the poet who moves people to say things they’d … More The Dark


What do I fear? The bells of my mind. The bells that go off in panic. That are there in every  woman’s mind, mind you. They tell her when something is wrong. When someone cannot be trusted. When someone who looks perfect is hiding something. When she is in danger from a male. It’s like … More Bells

Broken Glass

I am sweating, panting, as if I’ve just run a ten-mile, instead of waking up in bed. I feel parched and vaguely scared. I pick up the bottle of water next to my bedside, and gulp down water. Ten seconds later, I look at the bottle – it is empty. Horrified, I swallow in nervousness. … More Broken Glass

I will hold on as long as you like, just promise me we’ll be alright

She sits afar, looking at him. It’s new, this feeling. This feeling that makes her feel awkward, because she senses he wants her to leave him alone. She does it, because no matter how much she denies it, she is a person sensitive to the bonds between people. She can see them, like silken wires, … More I will hold on as long as you like, just promise me we’ll be alright

Throwback City

She let him walk away. She stood on the kerb, a lonely red bangle dangling from her thin wrist. She had stopped him the last time, and the time before that. He had stopped, and she had been happy. Before she noticed him checking his watch, tapping his foot on the edge of the pavement. … More Throwback City