I got this when lost right arm and this, when it hit me here,” A voice comes.Chests swell and pledge to tread the scarlet path

Snared in so deceptive an emotion,Without a caveat she clung to her love,Every moment an unfettered bliss,She shadowed her brain to lighten her heart. An autumn night that brought the change, Of sacrifice gone in vain.

Dublin tested the water with her fingers and instantly went back to the shower in her apartment. “Come on in, [...]

The bus went over one of the many bumps on the road, knocking Dublin awake as her head hit the window. She huffed her sleep away and her mouth still tasted of nicotine from the last cigarette at the station. And so began the whole routine of breath mints and a half-empty bottle of Victoria’s Secret, spritzed around her like a sickly sweet aura.

Oscar had seen his soul with delight in the dark wood. It was other souls he feared, the ones that were dead and empty. He knew they had the potential to scare him right out of his wits. He had names for them and this was his only protection. They could not hide once he named them. All Oscar could hope for was a way in and he had it under the floorboards of his bedroom. A way to what did not matter, it was a way and it was important. After all, he carried his way as a writer.

Oscar had cut ties with dull forever. He breathed in the delicious air that graced his lungs. One day, he would have to let go of the breath he had held onto all of his life. It seemed like he spent his whole existence trying to understand about when that day would come. He looked to the sky and it seemed to have the knowledge of all that was buried beneath it.

I go out, take in- a deep, long breath Fresh, so pure, almost dizzying Tangy, wet, oh the typical rain [...]

Oscar looked at the leaves blinking in the wind and the spiders clinging to their webs outside the window. Little highlights punctuated his day. The neighbour’s dog was at the gate today. Yesterday, he was facing the house. Oscar liked to think he was waiting for him. These observations made the freedom he knew. Oscar was as important as them. He was an insect surrounded by the crushing feet of strangers.

Binod woke up to the gentle rain during the dark hours of a heavily clouded night in January. Already freezing [...]

I came in through the back,
The dahlias had overgrown!
Was the doormat always this black?
Time’s habit, that swift flow.
Straight to my room,
My bed where we made out.
Sunday, sunny afternoon,
Its sad, I still remember you.