Incorrigible landscape, that cannot be recreated. There is no copy and paste here. Ticking underneath my ribcage, a sleeping dragon awakens. Beating to the rhythm of birdsongs, one misstep could collapse a civilization. A glance mistaken capable of crashing stock markets. Your guess as good as mine what could make it plummet. Sending shockwaves through nations, like a sonic boom. Tremors that create rifts in the Earth, like natural disasters. Corrugated cardboard heart of mine, often recycled, occasionally left behind. One wrong move and limbs go flying, splattering the air, like the paint of possessed artists. A twisted scientist, he is a tortured genius. His every project, government green-lit. Imagine such power, the kind to be marvelled. With enough force to crumble mountains; one snap of his fingers and the world is reduced to shrapnel. Dust clouds the sky reducing vision. There is no clarity here, it vanished like a magician. Sometimes he is the c...
Accident-prone yet bulletproof, resilience courses through my veins. After pulling shrapnel from my own hell-bent self-destruction, all I was left with was me. Through embracing my darkness, I found the light. Here lives a collection of poetry, prose, and reflections on trauma, survival, desire, and becoming.