‘Everyone hates me,’ cried Monday. Continue reading “Blocked”
Dark’s fingers creep like ghosts that linger. They envelop the skin, infiltrate the bloodstream, to smother the last embers of the soul’s flame. Here, doors open but it’s impossible to peek inside or find the courage to visualize beyond their darkness.
Yet, it’s curiously comforting. This cocoon of corridors Continue reading “Cocoon of Corridors”
‘Not talking about condoms.’
‘I said umbrella. You know, the portable shade structure created a thousand of years ago, used only by the ancient Egyptian aristocrats. Obviously, waterproofing and storm strength wasn’t needed in the land of sand with this piece of — ’
‘Are you having an umbrella moment?’ Continue reading “Let The Cliches Rain”