The Lone Astronaut

A constellation of words orbiting the page, an ethereal nightmare scribbled through the searching celestials. The page — a distant point of light the lone astronaut ponders upon. The endless night wanders around his presence, falling beyond the known and dizzily in orbit, peripherals contained to the circular visor while the lone astronaut writes. He says, Starlight does not know of this universal world she … Continue reading The Lone Astronaut

A Grandmother’s Garden

A budding white rose in the Ghost’s garden. A sickly sweet scent that sticks to my lungs. Creamy beige statues drown amongst the dead. They watched Granny Annie grow old and grey. The shrub’s skeleton turns fingers to God, Asking Granny Annie to take their hand. Continue reading A Grandmother’s Garden

everything you see when you close your eyes

Image: “Night Traffic Surface” by sagesolar is licensed under CC BY 2.0. headlights sparkle crimson white dotted lines faded red it crawls between cars stagnant but spreading traces of life left behind —haunting the bitumen there is blood but there is no body no paper-thin fur trodden on by rubber, flesh now indistinguishable from earth; no feathers dancing upright, tethered to the gravel with crusting … Continue reading everything you see when you close your eyes

black as the air we breathe

i. I can’t breathe, he said knee-to-throat choke-hold soft-brown-skin reflected in the glint of a pointed badge protect courage serve compassion float under a cloud etched in hate everything. hurts. water. please. faces watch the thirst grow desperate drought tongue motions mama mama comfort in the word that created it incarnated affirmation of life-love-skin-blood breath mama mama breathes all in to life {Beginning} sun scorched … Continue reading black as the air we breathe

Her Weapon of Choice

Content warning: This piece contains mention of sexual and physical assault. His forceful, disgusting acts left her scarred. She felt trapped with no way out. She had laid lifeless in that hospital bed for days, The doctors thought she would never recover. But no coma could cease her anger, There was no prison, not even her own body. Nothing that could silence her or keep … Continue reading Her Weapon of Choice

Listen

I don’t want your heart on a platter,Beating and shivering in clotted bloodFresh from your chest, broken openI never asked you to do thisI am no damsel and you no prince,We were never on the same page Did you even think to ask? I don’t want you to gut yourselfOver me, I don’t want your painDon’t rhapsodise over me, I am no goddess,I never demanded … Continue reading Listen