Flickering rays and a beam
Chi is wedged between a wooden table and a leather chair close to the window of her self-con apartment, down the ever-quiet Engineer Kitchener’s Street. Raymond, her boyfriend was keen on getting her an apartment on this street because he knew the serenity would mean…
Death is not another color of light
Do not tell me that death is an anaerobic sleep, And like the whale which swallowed Jonah, It’d spew my son at the tideless shore of bliss, Just to muffle my mournful wail! If you must, let your coffin first sail on a sea of…
The door creaked again, last night
like the night before, i crawled under our bed, from where i watched them; cut my brother’s arms, smash my father’s testicles, plant iron seeds in mama’s thighs & left me a glass of fresh milk. — that night, death was with me & he…
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