She caught a bout of depression, and her body wasted away with it. “You’ve become SO skinny,” a friend, who hadn’t seen her in a month said. “I didn’t know you had weight to lose to begin with, what the fuck. Are you OKAY??” “Yes, jesus, yes.” “Are you SURE?” She looked at herself inContinue reading “The Weight.”
She ran her fingers over the tiny prickle on her forehead – a frickin’ pimple in the beginning of December. Winter was her favorite time of the year. All of those snuggly jackets and unapproachable boots – she could pull them off. The bulk made her look healthier, unlike the summer skirts that betrayed herContinue reading “Skin deep”
She was in a tiny little cafe. It was the kind of cafe that looked nondescript from the outside, but had an elegance to it on the inside. She had ordered a slice of chocolate cake that cost twice the amount it weighed and a cup of Earl Grey Tea. She readjusted her scarf, asContinue reading “finding herself.”
scratched but alive/ like i haven’t been in ages.
His eyes sweep across the room. Her stomach churns, as she looks away- when they are seconds, just seconds away from meeting hers. And fuck. There is electricity in that almost-gaze. Time expands and does a back flip as she rushes past the hallway. The bell clangs against the rough, uncouth voices of everyone else.Continue reading “crazy, stupid ****.”
What if You aren’t my crush? What if you’re just Validation? A product of reciprocity “I’m obsessed with you Because you care a tiny bit about me.” Or better yet, White Noise To bury myself in Because the silence, it was deafening. What if, you’re little more than Preoccupation Because right now, I need somethingContinue reading “Anti-Climactic Nonsense”
A sharp, glassy view With a soundtrack to die for I can see everything from here, My hands poised on the rails- My voice reluctantly trailing away… But you can’t see me, no. Your eyes are trained To seek the center stage. But this is where I stand- Away from the curveballs, The fights, theContinue reading “Sidelines”
your line of vision -so genial, so guileless, so fucking pragmatic- ruins my eyes.
growing out of things is sad. whether it’s your favourite pair of shoes, a book or a friend. but then there’s also growing into things. emotions, gaps in reason, people you swore you’d never understand or that pair of purple jeans you thought you could never pull off. you could grow into things that you castContinue reading “Growing Into Things”
yesterday, a blank slate. today, an overlap of scribbles.