October 10, 2019

I knew a cat-eater from China,

we both enjoyed dishes of meat.

A painful affair it made,

Filled with gory nights

of wicked sounds,

drilling hard,


my head.

Shattering firm bones,

as she tore flesh,

bleeding prey bound and struggling,

till it spluttered and went limp,


September 30, 2019

Day by day, night by night

I seek for a flicker of light.

To pull me back to my sanity 

And escape from my calamity.

As seasons change

I feel enraged,

For I am stuck

Sinking into muck.

I stare at the sky 

And wonder why,

When did I become a shell

And fallen under misery’s spell?


September 24, 2019

[Content warnings for depression, suicidal ideation, self-harm]

Dear Depression,

Do you remember, the first time we met?

Me, barely 13. You, older than the hills themselves,

And when we collided, the instant connection was as loud as all the symphonies in the world making...

August 16, 2019

gender is my weapon

I conceal, carry;

hold close but never


they call this 

a privilege;

to disappear into a crowd

I’m assumed




to the untrained eye

which is to say


is the 

default setting

they call this 


which is to say

someone else



April 11, 2018

once she gardened to Pachelbel’s Canon

now on her deathbed, dignity drained

her teeth are like stones, eroded by nature

sand fills her throat when she speaks

and she no longer hears the voice of time

ravaging her cochlea, her dreams

she recalls the symphony orchestra


March 3, 2018

We are connected in so many ways to each other:

Friends, family, co-workers,

Culture, religion, beliefs,

Circumstantial or chosen,
Brightly coloured of intangible,

Tendrils reaching our in search of others.

Strands overlapping and intertwining

Like spider webs.

Some as grand...

February 22, 2018

Worries take control of my vulnerable mind,
like mosquitoes colonizing my brain.
The swarm feeds on logical thoughts,
fulfilling their monstrous pleasures.
The parasites bite and suck until
they've made my conscience their home.
My body is under their command.

Panic lik...

January 2, 2018

Lilac flowers bloom
in Spring a chorus of
bouquets that turn into
a vulgar show of vanity
pulling vomit from my stomach
Winter trees that once seemed quaint
remembering Paris streets
where my feet have never stepped
now stark naked to the eye
drawing sympathy from havi...

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