His eyes red like that of a hungry lion
With sweat pouring out of every hole in his body
Ants moving over his body
Now seeing men like ghosts
His gait now uncontrollable
as reeds blown away by a cyclone
The whole body jerking like
that of an...
Her head hurt from the perfumed candles. Fresh cut roses crept synthetically up her nostrils to sit just behind her eyes. Cotton and vanilla hung heavy on the other side of the room. She frowned, only to intensify the pain in her forehead, and sat down on...
Rain tracks down my cracked window pane, gusts spray
droplets, pattern late summer’s dusty coating. Smears
spread down, rivulets drip and drench my doubt-full mind.
I’ve lain awake for weeks without sleep, sweating and stifled
through each hot, endless ni...