Eulogy; epilogue.

  I forgive you; for leaving the door open,  for trusting a familiar face, for letting him in, for letting them win,  for every possible way in which they made you feel like it was your fault.  for every way in which you coped,  for every time you hurt,  for denying, for being denied.  I…

5.00 p.m. on a Wednesday.

To KDN. 20.04.2017: “If we knew what the future had in store for us, if we knew we had something to look forward to, then maybe it’ll make holding on that much easier”. its 5.00 p.m. on a Wednesday, 2027. We drive through for tea. In some ways, nothing has changed. Neither of us bothered…

Lightning trapped in a bottle

  She walked around holding tight to lightning – lightning trapped in a bottle. And when she saw your face, she trippped on her scars, and crash landed at feet of your grace setting free lightning trapped in a bottle; letting out a blinding bright, shattering glass with thunder in all its might. The sky cried…

Must be love.

13; “you can’t, you shouldn’t, you won’t” A sheep in the herd, part of a system she had no faith in – a system inherited. endure. endure. endure. questions muted before it could leave her – bile trapped in her vessel – trading individuality for convenience. their words like daggers, snipping at the residues of…

Eulogy;

They were asking me about you. I hide my arms behind me, hiding the scars, hiding the ink. You were far too anchored for scars, you were far too meticulous for ink. I manage to fake a smile in retaliation; I don’t have the heart to tell them you are no more. They move on…

Light and Dark 

And I say, destroy the narrative that “light is at the end of the tunnel” . I’m a twenty-something that has spent twenty-something years waiting for the illusive light at the end of the tunnel. The persistent chase for the illusive light has robbed me of the light in the underrated miracle of “now”. I’ve spent…

Art. 

Your choice of art was melancholy tunes and dark frames, and on most days, you were your choice of art. And I came around. You held my face in your arms, our eyes locked, and you whispered: “You remind me of day break, you remind me of light” I smiled, I smiled in oblivion, I…

 love you anyway. 

  I love you in the same way I love sunrise – I wait all night to catch a glimpse, Knowing it won’t last, Knowing I’ll be playing waiting games again. I love you in the same way, I love sunrise – I wait all night waiting to catch a glimpse, Knowing you aren’t mine…

One night stand. 

Now that you know my secret, I hope the scars on my wrists make more sense to you,I hope you understand that those muted days were an illusion of calm created to negate the pandemonium in my head.  I hope you understand that the self deprecating jokes came from a place deeper than jest  ⁃it…

Somedays. 

But on somedays, the voices of betrayal were louder than the prayers of love. Today was someday.  she’s curled up in her corner, cold, shaking and in agonising pain. She wishes she could give the pain a face; call it a name and punch its face. Her wrists burning, yearning for the familiar touch of…

Slacklining.

slacklining ˈslaklʌɪnɪŋ/ noun the activity or sport of balancing on a rope or strip of webbing that is fixed high above the ground but not stretched so as to be taut. 24; She was a one-woman balancing act; tiptoeing on a tight rope suspended between where she was and where she is meant to be…