Scabs

Being stuck in a place where I am not satisfied is like always burning a fire, inside your own throat, allowing the ashes to scatter down to your heart. Always constantly comparing yourself to others is┬álike dark poison that you are injecting into your own brain. You are stabbing yourself in the back. You are […]

Sitting in a Conference Hall Listening to a Lecture on Grammar

I’m in the same room as an ex-lover. And I can feel his smooth shoulders, from three tables over pushing down on me. I’m suffocating, I’m back; lost among the crumbled sheets, was it possibly four years ago? I can’t remember anything with clarity, greyness has clouded my vision. I’ve forgotten the colours of black […]