: ALLOWABLES What I think, as I watch it die painfully slow under my feet; crushed legs and open stomach, small as a spider can be, because it couldn't fight back. Because it didn't run quick enough to disappear under a rock or into some corner I don't think I'm allowed To kill somet...Read more

As the house grows emptier, I have more room to breathe—maybe more than my lungs know to deal with. Crickets and lizards step into my stoic skies. Electricity hums through the wiring behind the walls, like Fairuz playing at the neighbours. This sultry silence, in all its breathing, drapes itself ove...Read more

Today I saw a wasp buzzing in my window. I was a quiet calm. That hidden dragon crouching tiger kinda calm. Suddenly the fly swatter was cradle in my hand. Watching playfully still as I observed primally again and again. Suddenly I was in survival mode again. But this time this wasp oblivious to me....Read more

I discovered how to breathe in a place where the air felt taken away, where each step felt like it was scraping my bones, and yesterday lingered like dirt beneath my nails. The nights were anything but peaceful—they growled. The ceilings observed as I fell apart slowly, in a raw and unrefined way....Read more

The nights felt endless, resembling unfinished games, with pieces strewn across a board I never selected. I played quietly, my knuckles sore from uncertainty, each move posing a question, and every defeat revealing a truth. They advised, "Just breathe," as if breathing could alleviate the burden of...Read more

The Silence Like a wind blows And then stops Stopping all sound It has found me I know it has I feel it creeping in Like a darkness around my vision I know it will kill me As I swallow gulps of that oppressive vacuum As I slowly asphyxiate On the lack of atmosphere in here In this vented space ...Read more

Deep pain inside of me Questioning everything Are they here to hurt me? Nothing good comes out of trust. Only matter of time when I get hurt again. I've been dissapointed in people more than enough. No one sees it, but every night is a war for me... Memories are like daggers, stabbing me over and ov...Read more

Emerald green. Is the color that turns me into a beast nowadays. Her ripped shirt. Her slow aching fever. Her soft tantalizing whisper. That had me feenin for days. I'm a stoned mule running wild and that thickness got me hungry for days. She's beauty. Lonely and running off heat. Hard like stone. H...Read more

“I’m drowning, please” I cry out as I sob Who am I speaking to? Nobody but my reflection But what looks at me in the mirror Isn't me It’s a different me A perfect looking me But I know I’m not perfect Not even close My brain knows that Between the nights spent sobbing And everything feeling more...Read more

There are words waiting at the back of my throat, fragile things with shaking hands and broken breath, but I keep swallowing them whole. Not because they aren’t real, not because they don’t ache— but because once spoken, they would become yours too. And I’m terrified of that. Terrified you’d hear...Read more

What was lost is a restless ghost, drifting through foyers of its unassuming host, hoping the grand hall shall be accessible once more Burgundy stands a fine filler, a contrast to the emptiness. Creaks speak with alabaster, peaking at midday. Art Deco kept hostage. The nursery undisturbed— nanny tu...Read more

​The shadows can be long and deep, With secrets that the heart might keep. And though the night feels cold and vast, The darkness isn't meant to last. ​For mercy is a rising sun, That shines on what we've all become. It mends the bridge and heals the scar, No matter just how lost we are. ​Where pa...Read more

​Beyond the reach of shadows, where the heavy burdens fall, There is a quiet threshold, a soft and steady call. It’s the shedding of the armor we have worn through every fight, A blurring of the edges as the day dissolves in light. ​The air is thick with mercy, like a garden after rain, A sudden, sw...Read more

I want to do something incredible before I leave the earth I have no reason other than I was born selfish I came into this word screaming and I'm still making my demands I want to do something great before I die But I'm not as capable as I wish I were In truth, there's not one ounce of greatness ins...Read more

Once our voices circled each other like loyal moons, held in a gravity I trusted would never fail, a pull so certain I mistook it for forever. Then something shifted in the dark, a fracture running quietly through the sky, no warning, no mercy, just a sudden distance where warmth used to live. Now w...Read more