Until the end starts …

Once upon a time, people began stories like this. And then, in a different time, fireplaces became microwaves, and the days of our lives became twenty-four hours long. Sleep became a luxury. Communal meals were no longer priorities. Light was artificial, and the new generation saw much more, but understood considerably less. Probably in the…

Questions. 

Scented skin. Stained by cigarettes. Damaged eyes. The effects of looking too much into the past. No answers there. She made a different choice. She chose to look sideways. On buses, and trains and planes. In her bed. To the walls. They have ears. They sympathized with her. Every night, listening to broken sobs or…

Silencer aimed at society

The dreams returned to him. Tossing and turning became tumbling down a hill. He arose from the dream that belonged to that night, still tossing and turning, still pretending to be asleep. Trying to sleep. He was a rolling stone, gathering very little in terms of stability. His roots were superficial. They held on to…

Where love once lived

“Have you ever noticed how everything becomes more interesting at dusk?” “W-what are you talking about?” she asked in disbelief, still heaving. She had been baited. His strangeness called her out of her trance. They both moved into his mind. She did her best to peer into his thoughts, saving herself from her own. She…

What it’s like to be a memory

Hallucinations. Images of colourless doves cloud my mind. They cast shadows all around me. Like an epiphany, they populate the area around my mind, illuminating the memory of sin like a halo. O what it feels like to be a memory. To be the atomic substance of emptiness, the material element of loneliness, the palpable…

Longing. 

I had woken up, dreading the realities that would be synonymous to the new way the sun shone. I had sought a good night’s sleep for many weeks – sixteen, sixty or six hundred. I can’t tell you how many exactly. But it seems as though I lost the ability to rest. And now I…

Coward, the courageous

Not all demons deserve to be attacked with a knife. Not all manner of prey will be caught up in a net or trapped by a hook. Where a fork might work, a harp will have a better chance. Where a shield would save, light would set free. For all manner of purpose and reference,…

Drought.

What happens when the wells are dry even when it rains? What happens when the diseased rivers shy away from humanity’s malice, sink into depression and lose themselves in despair? Nothing. Silence. As the winds change. Silence. As the birds disappear. Silence. As the prized paintings, once art for all, were hunted and taken away…