Ingloriously Us

These parents were not made for kids like me: Godless bastards are we, with no faith to call our own and no Hells to fear. “Infidels,” they cry, weeping at altars and prayer mats. “Guide them,” they beg, to powers Unseen. They see us as fallen angels, toppling backwards with our mindless lacklustre. But we... Continue Reading →

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Murky waters

Other people live in the currents, but I live in a pond. Here, the water does not flow. Stagnant waters are not clean. Stagnant waters permit the growth of bad omens. Open and exposed, an organism like me cannot help but to breathe in the dirt. It hurts behind the eyes inside the chest around... Continue Reading →


Sunflower in hand, you drip onto London like beads of honeyed sap. It's curled, yellow petals colour in the colourless underground - you are Persephone visiting Hell and bringing a smile to Hades' face. You carry the sun in your palm and brandish it like a sword. It's wide, upturned face radiates light into the... Continue Reading →

Visiting Times

“It won’t open,” she cries, pushing against the door with her entire body. “It’s a pull door,” I tell her. “I want to get out, Nat, why can’t I get out?” the woman wails, bulbous tears rolling down her cheeks. “It’s a pull door,” I tell her. “I bet that witch has locked it from... Continue Reading →

Pale Imitations

This can go one of two ways: either I break or I survive. This depends, not on the strength of my backbone, but its flexibility. It depends on how far I can bend over backwards (how many times I can bend over backwards) without breaking. My lungs will inhale sweet air - but only if... Continue Reading →

The Wheel

Albert takes a step, his shiny black shoes squeaking against the pink pavement. He walks, then runs, always heading in one direction. Suddenly, he stops. Time for a break. He waters himself, chews on some nuts, and then he’s back on the move. The path seems repetitive, and Albert can hear the creaking of plastic... Continue Reading →


Mother wept sorrowfully into my tear-soaked jumper. “Mama, she’ll be fine,” I reassured her, with about as much certainty as the old man sat opposite me had teeth. My father paced angrily around the waiting room, his forehead gleaming with dotted beads of sweat. I snuck a handkerchief into the pocket of his coat, hoping... Continue Reading →

Daily Prompt: Jolly

via Daily Prompt: Jolly   Here’s an ode to the jolly who intoxicate themselves, dipping dizzily into brews of forgetfulness.   Forgetfulness makes eyes shine brighter, makes cheeks burn hotter than cigarette-smoke breath.   Breath forgets to come easily to their lips; air crystallises to ice inside their moist lungs.   But the jolly do... Continue Reading →

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