Lost in Translation


I look at you helplessly and hope

That you look beyond my meager words

Yes, read between the lines

And find your way through these chaotic and blurred

Patterns that are my thoughts, and

Emotions with which they are wreathed, for

When they make their way to my lips

The taste of these words is wrong, it’s missing something crucial

There’s just no right mold for them

No perfect release

So they remain hidden, scattered within.


So look closely, I pray

And embark on that quest to find

What I really feel, what’s really going on in my mind

For somewhere along the way

Nearly all of it is

Lost in translation.


She’s gone rogue. All the throats she’s slit, the shots she’s fired, and knives she’s plunged into her gasping victims,  victims of unfortunate circumstance. For they had the misfortune of treading in her path, and now they watch the consequences of doing so, with eyes wide and unblinking, and faces contorted in pain and tinged with shock, woefully without enough time to really process anything. 

Let’s take a look at our friends dressed in crimson gowns. Look at them carefully. Look, not just with those scientific eyes- she’s clearly not one for smooth, neat kills- but with eyes that understand the whims of human emotion. 

1. The Gores. 

Look at that dagger, sunk in so deep that the hilt is all that’s visible. Right below our hapless friends’ hearts.  Look at the flesh, twisted and gnarled. She knows how to make it hurt, and make it long. And she’ll be dammed if she lets anyone get away any easier. 

2. The enfilade of artillery 

Not one is shot in the head. She’d definitely be unsatisfied  with that. And why shouldn’t she be, she’d be robbed of the scores of quite lovely music and the sight of  little gushing red springs. Knees, feet, hips, guts, shoulders  – these are her favorite spots. She’s in a frenzy, yet insistent on getting every shot just right. She’d look at the numerous ruby lips, gaping right at her, nod slightly to acknowledge a job well done, and glide away. 

Every kill seemingly follows a pattern, but the victims’ identities don’t. Chances are even she doesn’t know who her next target is. And how do you find someone who doesn’t know where they’re going themselves? 

More importantly, how do I make sure I’m the next one she stumbles upon? 

The Greatest Gift



We lay side by side on the still-dewy grass, marveling at what was before us. It was the most serene I’d ever felt, up on the mountains, so high up we could be in the clouds. But tonight the sky was as clear as fresh spring water, showcasing her diamonds.

Stars. So many that the black of the night was almost gone. Every one of them twinkling merrily at us, their winks capturing our hearts from millions of miles away. Everything around us was so pure, so pristine that it felt like we were receiving the greatest gift we could possibly get by simply looking at it.

This was happiness unlike I’d ever known. The unadulterated joy of witnessing true beauty, beauty which no human could whip up. Beauty that makes you aware of everything you do lest you ruin the perfection that is around you.

I close my eyes and hear the content sighs around me. No one says a word. The din of the crickets around us tells me that they’re saying everything that needs to be said.


Just when I thought it was finally getting better.

Just when I could finally think of you without being overwhelmed by sadness and happiness, without it sending shivers down my spine.

Just when we would touch and I’d think that the sparks were finally gone.

Just when you would wrap your legs around mine and it’s only effect on me would be seen by the slight smile on my face.

Just when I would see your lopsided grin and feel okay, like my insides weren’t melting.

Just when I would look in those masterpieces that are your eyes and not lose myself in them.

Just when I would look at you and not have my eyes be drawn to your lips.

Just when I thought it was finally getting better.

I hear you. Your words that unravel me, that plunge me deeper into this sweet torture that is falling in love with you. Your words that my mind turns over, savoring every letter. Your words which somehow break my broken heart.

And yet all I want to do is launch myself in to your arms and run my fingers through your hair and feel your body against mine.

But then I see her.

And I smile at you, my eyes glistening because it’s bright outside, and walk on.








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