They always say the walls are supposed to close in. ‘The walls are closing in’. For me, the walls never did close in. Every room, instead, expands into nothingness as I stretch out my hand, trying to find a trace of you. A lingering smell in the clothes that you wore that lie unwashed, a … More Semi tabellio prima
I have no more words to give.
I have scraped sentences off my skin,
had exclamation marks roll off my tongue,
joined words that weren’t meant to be –
just like you and me. (…) … More How to disappear completely
I’m terrified of people. Not scared. Not apprehensive. Not mistrusting. Terrified. Run-to-the-closet-and-hide-in-it-terrified. I don’t dislike them – I fall in love with them quite often, whether as best friends or lovers or family. I fight for them. I fight them. No, I don’t. That strikes the nail on the head quite well. I don’t fight … More So how do we win?
It’s a complicated world. You think you are pretty and amazing, but then remember people who are the objects of silent ridicule because they overestimate themselves so much (seriously, it’s objectively quite funny). How would you even know if you are one of them – they certainly don’t! You think you should accept you are … More Let’s hurt tonight
I come from a galaxy of thoughts, each bent on making myself occupy as little space as possible. I come from clenched fists, refusing to let go of scars and stories. I come from one eye on the dark movie screen and one on the exit door (just in case). I come from flimsy sweaters … More Since I had a loaded gun
Let’s write letters. Beautiful words, old ink pens and cheap paper.
Let’s text, old school. Limited characters , no emojis and lots of I-love-yous.
Let’s talk on the phone, let’s laugh. Listen to me laugh at my own jokes, tell me about your day. … More Mirrors
There’s a maze in my head.
I run till my knees buckle and my feet stumble.
I wearily look at the horizon and pound the fleshy road, fighting to get ahead. (…) … More When I lose my head I lose my spine
Your face changes shape, like
water rippling under a violent, but well-meaning wave.
Your eyes crease, not in a smile, (…) … More Staring at the bottom of your glass
The noise around, outside; the din within.
The feel of your greedy hands on my skin, the shiver which was a cry, which you took as a win. (…) … More Things I smoke up to forget
I imagine you as hash under my fingernails. A heady reminder of the night that was, hard to remove, harder to forget. I come traipsing back to you, like an addict, somehow each time hungrier for more. Your effect lingers, in the way I look at myself in the mirror, in the way I do … More Hash