The Girl Who Never Was

It was difficult to comprehend. A brilliant student, a tactician and an orator like her were being subjugated to a lifelong homeliness. Albeit, the decision was made. It had to be…

Touched Upon

It had been years. My creative self, hidden, ignored and dusted, solemnly approached, wandered from one thought to another. Waited in anticipation to be touched upon. Yet, here I laid, disillusioned, content with the course my life was embarking upon. Fooling myself with the belief that this was the focused me, aiming to reach for…

The Dead Won’t Leave

There’s a dead friend in my closet that no one ever liked. I know they are still there. But, I ignore it until someone brings them up again. I evade the question as if I did not understand them. As if their bones did not crumble when I touched them. As if I did not…