Bright Red Sun

It’s telling us something, they said. As ash and dust, harbingers of dusk, masked the sun in an ungodly hue of highlighter salmon, dreams were dashed by historical disasters. Yet no one bothered to look within:   “It’s the water!” “It’s the state,” no, it’s the state of our minds. Fiery clashes of classes so … Continue reading Bright Red Sun

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Makeup, Made Up

“Put on sunscreen,” She said. “Who’s gonna love you if you tan?” “Put on makeup,” She said. “You’re old enough to be a woman.” “Stop walking like that,” She said. “It makes you look fat and manly.” “Speak softer,” She said. “Who’s gonna love that low, rough voice?” “Learn how to dance,” She said. “What … Continue reading Makeup, Made Up

Bored

I used to find comfort in routines: wake, cook, classes, walks, get lectured at, work, cook, eat, bathe and sleep. I had to stay hooked to every word hurled at me. Time’s crook who steal joy out of pretenses. I looked for a way out, but monotonous suburbs took my will away. So I will … Continue reading Bored

Sinking

As cheesy as it is, I sometimes feel like a sinking ship; built to last, work, be productive, but a storm would wreck shit and I crash, beached, cracked. My whole integrity fails fast, nothing lasts but that wave of nauseating nonsense, a blast of depravity, bring up past scabs and skin them free. Alas … Continue reading Sinking