The sandwich will not go down.
The air had been singing in silence since the plates had been turned over
07:15 AM and Bangalore is wiping its tears on its sleeves,
you have been the only constant in my life,
I let myself relax in the hard plastic of the train seat as I opened my file
There is blood on Mayil’s silk clothes.
I’m dreaming of you, again.
I don’t recall when I first realized that I was myself,
brass knuckles and bruised cheeks,
how many secrets can we keep?
Here we are, at this same desk where I once worked from eight ‘til two
Please don’t read this because I don’t know what these words are.
Callisto was in love.
Would it surprise you that most days I now know not what to say?
Every time she played a chord of a song on the piano
Persephone went with Hades willingly–
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,
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