“I really hate you.”
“I really love you.”
Through these words we had shared with each other, we let the other know our true feelings. What followed was a blur, filled with emotions. We were shouting at each other, tears were shed, hurtful words were spoken, bonds were broken. And then reformed. We didn’t keep anything from each other. We made our true feelings known and shared our suffering with the other. The jealous little sister and her oblivious elder sister.
We made a promise to never hide anything from the other. To share how we felt and to face the world as a pair – as two of a kind. Destined to be together – inseparable. As I now watch the night sky, moonlight shining down on me, with my little sister by my side – fast asleep, I can’t help but wonder how amazing it is to have her with me.
“What’s wrong?” asks a sleepy voice beside me. “Can’t sleep?”
“Hm,” I mumble as I nod my head slightly. She slowly gets up to sit beside me.
“Well, sleep soon,” she says as she wraps a blanket around the both of us and snuggles to sleep at my side. She’s so cute in that way. I smile as I look back at the stars. Without a doubt, “We’re going to be okay.”
We mark the path for both the awake and the asleep
Alike, because this is neither the past nor future,
But rather the present-
Rows and rows
And rows and rows of
Blue metal beams
Looking straight up at the sky Continue reading “Straight lines”
I sat across staring impatiently at the women who sat across me- her auburn nest of matted hair spilled out from under the hideous hat she wore, and the thousands of pins she used to tame the mess peeked from under the brim of her hat. Resting on the bridge of her thin, crooked nose were purple thick rimmed glasses that threatened to crush her fragile nose under its heavy weight. The golden name tag she wore proudly on the breast pocket of her robes read: “Karen, Senior Astrologer, Hearing Department”, and pinned neatly above it was an intricately carved brooch in the shape of a scorpion. Its sleek black body stood out in stark contrast against the dirty white of her robes, and its stinger poised menacingly in mid-air as its beady eyes twinkled curiously at me. Karen’s body was shaking from the fervour she was scrawling onto one of the scrolls with. Continue reading “Hidden in the Sky”
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a girl stumbles in her cheap linen dress:
a wrinkling cream cocoon,
a tad too young for her.
the frills billow in the breeze,
the trees rustle a fairytale tune—
May I have this dance? she looks up to air.
a waltz for two, but she will spin alone
because boys are disgusting Continue reading “Last Dance”
The ceiling’s so high I feel kind of dizzy
This moment of euphoria, freaking freaky yelling
So many, so many alkys
Filling up the dance zone, let’s
A moment of psychedelia drenches
Hypnotic colours amassing the masses
Washing the night away, drowning in hysteria
Living in the moment, in our personal utopia Continue reading “The Scream Poem”
Clawing at the polished marble
Inching forward upon numb grey veins
Time haunts this empty-
Room far from the loud-
Traffic which shrieks through-
Firm drawn slate grey black out curtains
Continue reading “Thirst”
Such a saccharine name,
With a melody
That shoves a rock down my throat.
The first note gutters me
The second note crushes me
The third note swallows me
Continue reading “Fairy Mist”
I sit amongst the paper.
how would one shoot oneself in the head;
without the scent of blood corrupting
the empty room,
devoid of any other but the scent of rotting flowers;
the aftermath of a spring shower.
Continue reading “Deep breaths”
a chair is meant to stand on four legs. not one, not two, not three like a stool, but four.
but that doesn’t mean a chair will always have four legs. sometimes it only has three, and when it only has three legs, it becomes Continue reading “Chair”