False Myrrh
A strand of my tresses was caught in between the spines of the red cactus plant growing outside my window. I told myself to mellow out since Helena aided me in times of grief. But I was dichotomized into you and I – the unsettling polymorphous inner world I thrive in. One of which was [...]
A Tulip’s Dream
A dream can kill another’s dream. A dream will die. I want to be a tulip. A girl with a size smaller than a fist’s. Tulips are not beautiful, neither are they grand. Much less expensive. But they are lovely, they are priceless. They are mind-blowing in the most seductive way.. which makes ‘em so [...]
