A deep voice of a dead star rumbles: to change is evil! She sucks out the energy of other voices.   Are there voices who will forever Stay in the safety of the fringes of the gathering?

meta – hebrew for dead, the clickbait articles gleefully inform us, waiting for something to bite. מֵת – harder to G–gle the real word, to learn. The second home, the screen, slowly turning into a tomb, and even the colors of the world seems to…

With every mention of your name I force back the grin that my heart won’t contain Swear my heart skips a few beats then speeds in an unhealthy way I hear you singing that Jackson Five song Just look over your shoulder baby I look…

Send me on a journey to nowhere, a one-way ticket out of here. Home I carry with me, so it doesn’t matter if I return. Coming back this way might be more painful than the leaving. Knowing not where the path will take me, seeking new adventure…

The Final Girl (Valkyrie) Ultimate survivor in wait, Her life force comes from deep within, Triggered when threatened, hearing cries, She develops a thicker skin. Ultimate survivor in wait, Entombed in cabin, observing, Her quick brain constantly working, Never taking the offered bait, Innocence, a…

Brother boy, that ain’t just rain Not here on Maui I got the deal here, that’s my refrain I don’t lie to none of Jesus’ friends gift of the gods I tell ya and we drink to no ends comes from the sky the mountains…

On a monsoon’s sunday morning I woke up realising I have got laundry to do.   Piled up clothes, sitting on a chair, depressed? As if they’re mocking me, with a shirt’s sleeve crumpled hiding the buttons.   Exact the way I hide my conscience,…

A list of things that fit on our king sized bed with us on it: Two cats; a dozen sweatshirts; a sense of belonging I have never felt before in my life; one-eighth of our polycule; three stuffies the size of a toddler; getting lost…

Immersed in vivid colors A world of vibrant wonder A visual symphony   Temperatures rising Foreign debris has moved in   Colors scream before fading Residents are gone Bleached skeletons remain

She could pinch on the inside of your arm with her thumb and index nails so fast and hard a bruise rose immediately, water spilled out of your eyes as a reflex, and if you flinched, you got one more. I wore sleeves for five…