Scrub. Wash. Clean. My dress is as good as new. Good enough to seduce you. But it doesn’t do anything Continue reading
A short story about unfinished sentences and the stories they hold.
An amalgamation of his eyes The beard that his chin sprouted, softly, like a man His affinity for my hands, Continue reading
Quiet now It’s so quiet now Electricity slushing through the synapses A train arriving late But it’s here No baggage, Continue reading
If I had to describe you without using analogies…I don’t know how I could achieve that. I can try though. Continue reading
Are we not on the same page? We’re sitting on the same bench, occupying the same space and are similarly Continue reading
This is what I find when I peek into the windows of what we have done to each other. Continue reading
I’ve stopped at the green door many times. It’s a high quality, high resolution door – unlike everything else in my Continue reading