Feeling stuck is not what I want to feel I hate being sedentary even when I know I’m moving It’s like taking in air but suffocating Unable to gasp because you know you’re breathing But somehow still suffocating Feeling stuck in a burning house With one hand Cuffed to the countertop With the heat growing …
It’s dinnertime again. So I wedge my toes in the space between a birthmark and a bruise. My lips fold into a crevice as I pray: May the walls not speak as I eat today. May I not hear the baritone voices of dark shadows. I long for the velvety feel of the trashcan; I …
I couldn’t hear my voice above the chaos of my laughter. My mind had since learnt to float in the abyss of silence, that often echoed a plethora of thoughts. I was mute, unable to navigate through fantasy and reality without getting caught in the web of delusion. I wore anxiety like a knicker, fastened …
It’s a test, but isn’t simply negative or positive The cure isn’t antibiotics or chemotherapy But it is a cancer and it consumes and spreads The polarities are radiation in your head It is wires crossing on impulses thread It is one minute happiness and a day’s dread Somedays, you feel fed up And long …
By: Hassan Usman Today, again, I try to move closer to death And stab my existence. I’m becoming a stranger to myself Trying to hide my imperfections. The world says boys don’t cry When life slaps you hard on the cheek And steal your boat— You should hold your breath and drown in depression, That …
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