Organ Donor

Death becomes her,she who bleduntil her skin grew paleand the floor turned redSee, she so loved a manthat she sliced her chestto give him what restedbeneath her left breast A trembling fingerdipped in crimson inkwrote three lonely wordsin the kitchen...

Friday The 13th

28 days in this miserable monthnamed February.(curses to her very existence)and this year,it isn’t Friday the 13ththat I fear; it’s the day after:Saturday, the 14th.a day that reminds me of my solitudein the middle of millions celebratingthe disgusting characteristicsof love....

Speak Now

I spoke to him last night.He called, I answeredand to hear his voicewas to reignite a flamebut very little oxygenwas there to be consumed. It was a slow conversation,weighed down by heavy layersof tension and uneasinessafter 3 weeks gone unspoken.but...

It’s Not Like

It’s not like I met him and thought he was cuteOr felt his touch from thousands of miles away.It’s not like he was every thought and smileOr the reason I was eager to get on a plane.It isn’t as if...