The throbbing in my head as I weave my way through tales and tell-tale lies, woven into tight knit blankets, smothering, suffocating the screams of the souls hidden under the surface, desperately clambering, climbing, gasping for air, cowering behind the smiles and laughter and the mask covering the long-forgotten face of fear and horror that …
Travelling on the bitter breeze are their voices. The ones that we all hear, but brush away. For none of them have the power to make choices. I see the young children queuing one after another, Clutching their ration cards in their frostbitten fingers, Waiting for a scrap of food to feed their mother, …
Lathered in the mind’s deceit, Muted walls, choked in bleach. A facade maintained – yet built To advocate for society’s safety. And yet you sat there. Confined, split apart, For “justice”, for “truth”. Just washed away; hidden. Corroding relentlessly From eddies and torrents Of racial prejudices. Society has no advocate, just a bystander. …
Should the summers’ evening glow create the shadow on her face, turn from blue to pink to the colour of closed eyes, watch the thought form on her features, perfect domesdays, see the way her eyebrows twist, face contort. Read her mind; look, smell, aftermath. Cut her off midthought. Should she stand, still untethered? Did …
Blood rushing through your veins A pulse beating of life in rivers beneath your skin Outside this barrier the world ends, Pulse disrupted, Off rhythm and screaming The only drum that of the military’s march Heavy Feet and amour. False security your heart keeps beating And you have no choice but to bear …
We might be safe now, but the home my heart strains to hold on to no longer is. Shops, charities, a home- what good is it all if in return for my breath I have sacrificed where I belong? Where the sweet smell of cinnamon surrounds me, sharply interrupted by the bitterness of an old …
I take a deep breath and exhale a whorl into the icy air. Funny, isn’t it- I’m supposed to want to go home, yet I would rather stand out here alone in the dark November weather. My hands and face are turning numb. Again, I gasp in another breath, tracing the doorknob with my fingers, …
I remember before they came Incapable now I’m stuck in this dystopian game Intrusion into my perfect fantasy Is this my fate? Leave it to destiny. Fear consumed me at first Frozen, they all were Fast the boredom made its way Free me! Here, let me have a say! Stony cold silence Still, …
