Circadian
Every morning is the same.
To Inhabit Emptiness
A year after you die,
DREAMLAND
She told him she was struggling to sleep,
307
There is one bus that takes you into the village
nighthawks
He sat alone between the salt and pepper shakers.
christmas day
The streetlights move like blinking eyes.
Out With The Sun
Mary hates cowboys. All of them. She hates their guts.
See Me In The Water
On days when there is not enough of you to go around,
violet milk
You can try it once; I promise, nothing bad will happen.
Blurred Faces
What am I going to do with all the blurred faces in my head?
holy mother
The sandwich will not go down.
the extinction of the dodo
The air had been singing in silence since the plates had been turned over
Bangalore’s Skies
07:15 AM and Bangalore is wiping its tears on its sleeves,
an open letter to the monster under my bed
you have been the only constant in my life,
Shame
I let myself relax in the hard plastic of the train seat as I opened my file
Trance
There is blood on Mayil’s silk clothes.
the painter
I’m dreaming of you, again.
Universe #29
I don’t recall when I first realized that I was myself,
juliette.
brass knuckles and bruised cheeks, how many secrets can we keep?
To Write At Midnight
Here we are, at this same desk where I once worked from eight ‘til two
Please Don’t Read This
Please don’t read this because I don’t know what these words are.
Anxiety
Breathe. Breathe.
callisto
Callisto was in love.
Wordless
Would it surprise you that most days I now know not what to say?
Playing a Song on the Piano
Every time she played a chord of a song on the piano
Persephone
Persephone went with Hades willingly–
Ihminen
We humans, all so tastelessly mortal.
A Robot Drives Me Home
A beep—the sensor scans the chip in my arm, clocking me out for the day.
Drawings in a Notebook
To be able to write and draw was all that mattered to her.
Sick of the Stress
I’m so sick of the damn stress.
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