Xanadu
 

Silently screaming are the thoughts in my head, that I’m hiding behind the expression I decided to wear Today.

When it feels like this, talking to him is raccooning after the scraps. Scouring for something to say to you so the ecosystem we have...

We are like unfinished poems plucked out of a spine unheard and distant, destined to be forgotten. I couldn't have asked you to stay. We...

Her words were joyous, but her smile was that of a teary-faced clown. The first thing you see is the painted, bright red, unmoving,...

Keeping you in my life is like having a shard of glass in my shoe. As you still continue to be present in my day to day life, the deeper...

The grace of his hand was like what lurks in the ocean. Unseen and unknown yet somehow slimy and scaly.

A throaty cough thrown into an empty seated room, must have sounded like the quiet ripple of a hand grenade floating mid-air. I must have...

You’re sitting in the living room. In a corner, waiting to be put to use, forgotten. I can't just take you out of your place and screw...

for how it waits, like horses thumping at the gates to finally race at the sound of your voice. Perhaps she is the most guilty for what...

Love is an exploding bath bomb in a tub full of water. It can travel as fast as sonic. It can hurt like a bruise. It can deceive you like...