She dragged herself along the street, half-empty wine bottle in her hand, she flopped onto a doorstep, grim noises and spit gurgled up from her insides. She embodied life’s fuckedupness. Some kindly citizens made a call but not without judgment. A siren came closer and closer, my heart sank a little more. They took her … Continue reading Fuckedupness


Liquid and smoke

I cling onto different bottles thinkin’ they’ll make things easier. I cling to my bottle like when I was a baby but now it’s full of poison, full of somethin’ that instead of makin’ me feel realer makes me fell less real and that’s exactly what I look for only to want to discard that … Continue reading Liquid and smoke

Bad day

Bastards, the lot of them. Not an ounce of compassion between them. I search desperately for a glimmer of tenderness in their blank glassy eyes until I become weary. I retreat back into my shell only to encounter the same empty space where humanity should be. But today is a bad day. First published on … Continue reading Bad day


She let out a deep sigh as she turned the key in the door. The same sigh as always…of exhaustion, of monotony, of melancholy, and of relief. The comforting relief she found in placing her keys on the same little table as every other day. She thought to herself, with that humble optimism that never … Continue reading Sigh