It is time to tell my story It is time to know what I really am It is time to see the scar behind my mask Few months ago, I was seated calmly waiting for death to come claim me, but it never came, how disappointed I felt, even with all the love … Continue reading Sickled Heart
My chest was tight and I could hear the polyphonic tone that my harsh, labored breathing produced. It is a terrible feeling to go from hale and gay to a state where you are almost certainly sure that death will be dining with you soon, except you seek for help. The culprit of my predicament … Continue reading Sorry, no blood for you!
“And that’s when the dog barked”, He finished “That’s when the dog barked?” I asked, giggling “Yes!!” The kids screamed excitedly I’d heard this story more times than I could count but it sounded fresh every time Simon told it. He held the kids spellbound and they never got tired of hearing him tell the dog … Continue reading The Other Woman (1)
We followed the sounds of the footsteps down the sanitized halls (Absorbent halls, that soaks up ills & expectations) Our bodies rubbing in anticipation on stiff, Leather beds Eyes stuck to the door to see who it was Yesterday, there was a car crash At the junction of Joseph’s and Pilate’s Some pedestrian hit … Continue reading Dindymene
This alphabet is inhuman And it scares me in no little measure Blood, Cells, Haemoglobin all in a Sickle If only a world exist without all of these But what is music without its notes? So sigma stings this bad And drowns the promise of tomorrow At other times it is a twinge … Continue reading Sigma