Lulu is no more. The compound is very quiet. He hasn’t noticed. The guard and the nanny whisper about her, motioning silence with a finger on their closed mouth Hush. He kicks the football about, But does not notice the lack of barks. Lulu was escorted to beyond some unknown gates And what we have […]
I don’t want fear to raise my son.
your cuts are delivered so effortlessly, landing with an outstanding precision, unexpected but extremely pointed… aimed right for the jugular, but slicing past the heart twisting upwards and forwards. the cuts are deep, leaving swathes of pain in their wake. you know what you are doing, you know the path and the destination, yet you […]
You shut the door. Firmly. I don’t have the energy to keep knocking.
I think this is the end. This is not how I pictured it. In fact, I had never pictured it and, perhaps, this is why my heart is churning in shock, agitated by the rip-out process. Your silence is killing me, your indifference clear as day, snuffing out the fire you so expertly lit. […]
It’s a funny thing. Feels like that real emotion that every man runs from but every woman runs towards, seeking it, the evasive. When you shake the tree, attachment still lets the cobwebs hang giving one the impression that there is more there than thought.
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