We humans, all so tastelessly mortal.
A beep—the sensor scans the chip in my arm, clocking me out for the day.
To be able to write and draw was all that mattered to her.
I’m so sick of the damn stress.
There is a group of people standing in the dark.
I write about what it’s like to exist every day.
She had always liked running through the field, feeling the wind as she ran
“I saw him once, the son of sirens. That’s all you ever need to go mad,”
Venkat thrashed against the waves,
Brielle knew she could always count on music.
All through summer, Lily searched for butterflies.
The espresso machine behind the counter gurgles,
“With the rough rope against your neck, you’ll feel the floor give way,
Sometimes, when I go outside in the one-hundred-degree October heat,
Another day behind bars,
That’s what they call her in the news one day.
The canvas painted with a pastel orange background remained seated
Jim, having spent his entire life in a tropical city,
As I sit in my apartment, I look out of the window,
Two pages into the exam and sleep begins to say hello to my eyelids
Spring is always such a wonderful time,
It’s only a spoilt child that won’t like cooking, that’s what I always say.
A man was standing in the middle of the clearing,
I attended a Live Poetry Reading a few months back
Don’t open your eyes.
I love the sound of rustling leaves, the way they dance in the air
The day was Monday, October 12.
That morning, I buried a dog that didn’t exist.
Most think I’m empty, but I’m far from that.
The end of the world was exactly how I imagined it.
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