Photo by KoolShooters on Pexels.com Chase me and I’ll outrun you, hold me close and I’ll break free, stab me and I’ll come back to life, haunt me and I’ll rest in peace, kiss me and I’ll feel nothing, look into my eyes and I’ll walk away, hold my hand and I’ll be liberated, undermineContinueContinue reading “Under my dead body”
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Hi, mom.
Photo by Pavel Danilyuk on Pexels.com Hi mom. It’s getting heavy. I don’t think anyone understands me anymore. They ask me: “so, who’s your new best friend?” Mom, it’s still her, the one who gifted me life that’s a blur. It’s still the intricate hearted girl that once cared too deeply, and today, hates equallyContinueContinue reading “Hi, mom.”
Bus Ride
Another long bus ride, this journey lasts far too long, in a black cardigan with the backpack by my side, I close my eyes and it passes as though a two minute song. Passing streets, children starving to death, passing streets, children munching on treats, dancing on the endless, barren heaths, only to collapse andContinueContinue reading “Bus Ride”
Sia Shete 