i waved goodbye to her for the last time this morning.
i waited all night for her to wake. she was brighter than normal, and smiled through contagious yawns.
i felt sadder than i thought i’d be. after all these early mornings practising what i’d say, again and again, round and round, like her eternal beauty.
though now i was a coward. i turned from her, peeling away like unloved bodies from one a...
i hide him down below.
feel his anxiety and adrenaline.
when those sirens ring.
a marathon pulse.
sometimes he tries to look.
i push him back in.
They don’t see him.
a wanted man.
yet not wanted by anyone.
left to rot in the lost.
daring not to show his true face.
harboring a fugitive.
that is myself....
where is everyone?
are they hiding?
or are they really gone?
deserted.
maybe they were never here.
just you and this broken reality of solitude.
there they are.
no.
only your shadow.
casting tricks on your mind.
projecting this way.
then that way.
forking like the serpent’s tongue.
convincing you to steal the forbidden fruit.
but you don’t like sweet things.
no.
you’d rather be the last man left....
sometimes i feel so alone,
i lay on my bed and stare up at the ceiling fan as it spins,
and spins,
and spins,
and spins,
it’s cold air brushing the hairs on my arms,
now my head is going around,
and around,
and around,
and around,
and it won’t stop,
i feel over to his empty space,
and the hairs on my arms stand at attention,
what’s the point of a double bed when you’re the only one there?,
left to...
The rain felt acidic as it fell. Though I think it were just the day’s humidity.
I’d been out now, for some time, waiting for Vanni and Patrick. They were still changing into their costumes as I lodged myself between the front door and porch. I was eager to start the night. The drinks, the music, the girls. Halloween could never be missed. But my friends were taking too long.
My skeletal frame, ...
He won’t stop staring at me.
His eyes are always fixed. Always beady and white. Ants crawl on his face, spreading as freckles that nest on his cheeks. His skin becomes paler each day, housing a tinge of silver and shine. He’s always there no matter where I stand. To the left, then to the right, he follows my every step. He takes no breaks in the day, though sleeps long in the night. The darkness ...
There’s something strange about silence. They call it deafening, though it has no voice. They long for it, yet it brings such loneliness. But if you ask me, this silence is everything. I close my eyes and envision it’s nothingness like a meadow, wild and endless. I feel it’s empty whispers tickle my ears as I lay on overgrown green. My hand, twisting and pulling at roots. I scratch my skin on the ...
