Burning Pages

Look at me, no, really look. What do you see behind the burnt pages of my book? The colour of my skin probably strikes you first depending on the colour, it glares, soothes or freaks Does that entice you to look deeper within? Dare you see further through the cracks of my skin? There’s more […]

Curtains Fall

Severed, severed are these hands which bleed these hands which belong to you and me, black liquid oozes and seeps death plague they call it though I- we refuse to hear. Caught, caught are these souls which lead these souls which belong not to me, leading blindly to a cause false promises sold at- to […]