Bruised

years and years have passed since the days of tummy butterflies  and the embarrassed pink of cheeks carefree giggles and …

Of Water

Underwater Amidst the school grounds  beneath dim twilight lamps,  I walked with my friends under the  radiance of a door ajar. While  they …

you.

you  who had begun running much too fast  much too early head down against the wind  that so desperately wanted …

Soft Gold

Red: draped ‘round my neck. The tenderness, the itchiness. Beneath the midnight canvas whispered secrets; promises glimmered like celestial constellations. …