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Drabble – Lost Nirvana
Cigarette smoke fringes Will’s breath. Disperses bony fingers, clutching the tail end of a passing breeze. The air is still muggy from the rain. Traffic is at a standstill. And it’s as if the world’s orbit grinds to a deafening halt. And Will can feel the visceral ebb and flow of being alive. It’s strangely Continue reading
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Amnesia
An existenceAttached to pinprick perforations;Blunted imprints and scabbed divotsSealing off memories –Dark figures roaming stone-walled chambersShrouded in the forgotten colorsOf adolescenceMasking itselfIn nonchalant shades of greyBecause it’s better this way…Distanced from the blemishesHid beneath long sleevesAnd pretty fabricsWithout being fetteredTo the ‘why’ they’re thereTo touch themWith aloof interestWithout scratching beneath the skinOf buried traumaIn unintended Continue reading
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When Words aren’t Enough
Sometimes, words aren’t enough. She realizes this in his wan smile before he drains his glass to give her a perfunctory nod, grunting at the bitterness burning down his throat. He says nothing as idle conversations stray by their table and that’s when her words echo back to her. Like soulless drips collecting, rippling out Continue reading
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A Lucid Yearning
Voices often ebb and flow, like quietly lapping waves at the shore, in and out of consciousness. They drift on the edge of silence; cosmic undertones strange to an ear that only knows rhythms of the wind. Of things much closer to home – the cadence and sighs of simpler routines. But imagine the world Continue reading
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Monsters in the Dark
Emma wasn’t scared of the dark. When nightmares separated themselves from the spill of formless shadows crowding the spaces of her room, she didn’t scream nor cocoon herself within the safety of her blankets. Instead, she watched rotted hands stretch from beneath her bed while ghoulish eyes blinked at her through the slats of her Continue reading
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