anchor

via Daily Prompt: Unmoored   so much to lose from letting these feelings go, Unmoored bovine to the futility of trying to hold on to an anchor when the ship is long gone.

labyrinth

via Daily Prompt: Maze   all our lives we run away from a sea of chaos only to dive off a cliff into another one; trying to pave a way through this labyrinth only to find ourselves in the middle with no way out drowning, gasping for air caught in the clutches of Pandemonium’s lair  …

To the girl who changed my life

Dear friend, If you ever read this, I do hope you’re sitting outside on the marble stairs of your lovely house looking at the setting sun, scrolling through old pictures and letters, caught up in a sudden flurry of thoughts reminiscing about your life about forty years ago. Perhaps you’ll remember the queer girl who…

WOMANIFESTO

Originally posted on Libba Bray:
? Congratulations. You have woken the witch that lives deep inside me. You have removed the slumber chains from the giant of old. You have handed me a box of matches and no chaperone And a world made of lies and polyester. Congratulations. ? You have barked up the wrong…

Countdown

Five fingers clenched on each hand, nearly ripping my hair out, Four little crescent shaped wounds on my palms, Three strikes almost down, Two piercing screams not nearly loud enough to drown the whispers in my head, One last chance to back away from what seems like a winding staircase for Persephone. And for some goddamned…

Comfort 

“…men’s hearts are not often as bad as their acts, and very seldom as bad as their words.” Sometimes in an attempt to be understanding and caring, we lose sight of what our loved ones really need when they’re down- a real, logical solution, not rosy lies slathered in honey.  Now please do not get…

Poison 

via Daily Prompt: Yarn nothing spins better than your soft, silky words- an exquisite piece, really- without holes or fraying edges a spider would indeed be jealous of the web of lies that you create as you perch your royal head upon your royal legs dead centre  waiting to poison your way to king.    

Vine

Wrap that vine around your hand Tighter and tighter   Till little white flowers decorate your skin Till little white flowers make you glow Till little white flowers are all you can see Till little white flowers cover what’s underneath  Till little green thorns make their way into your skin  Slowly, poisoning their way in …

intoxicated 

inhale the scent of sweat and fervor   numb your senses and block those insignificant  thoughts, close your mind and  open my lips with yours, just don’t say a word – the broken xerox machine in the corner when I wake in the morning will say enough – inevitable is regret so we might as…

The Song of the Streets

The rustling of leaves, Humming of bees, Yelping and frolicking of prancing dogs, Flipping pages of an abandoned catalogue, Heated squabble of an unhappy couple Trying to hear themselves over their children’s scuffle, Splash of water by someone’s unfortunate foot in a puddle Proceeded by an annoyed grunt for getting into this muddle, Deep-throated coos…

A Letter to Somebody

  Dear Stephanie, Okay no. Who am I kidding, I’m an Indian teenager- of course I don’t know a girl named Stephanie.   Dear Lakshmi, No. I’m not THAT Indian.   Dear Somebody, Greetings, I hope you’re having a great day. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, let’s get right to it….

The Masterpiece of Dusk

I look outside and see The traces of gold woven into the navy skies with swirls of red  The sky a canvas where the sun has bled  One last gift and then away he heads. I let my eyes linger on the long, dancing shadows Of coral and kumquat people, ravishing,  For their flaws and…