Until Spring

They sleep in the bunkers of bulbs, nestled in wombs of soil. Buried deep within the red earth of me.

Life’s end

I’m standing Looking, listening, waiting Surrounded by people with tears in eyes I can’t help but cry The long walk into that white room In front of people with wet tearful eyes
Cherry

Prime Numbers

The day the world flinched, like sunlight through a coma they carried their dead on advertisement boards. Surgeons waited like ignoble cannibals to strip out their organs or lay them
Cherry

Escape Root

Escape Root (22nd January, 2009, 2.25pm) Today is sponsored by overtired SAD and the high squeals of the black-clad birds of prey; I pray on my own time,
Cherry

Memsaab

This story was an entry in the New Writing Season Competition at ABC Tales

The Sinful Bite

A temptation too far!

Five Year Cycle

God, I'm getting soft!

12:15

I should be asleep But I’m running on Overdrive, the dark Not its usual comforter My brain a million miles From my pillows thinking How I never said goodbye To anyone before I left

First Thing

Another ghastly morning Too soon after night. I rise and crack, and creak Sore feet shuffle on the pale Carpet. Gods I have to pee, And doing fills my heart with Harmony.

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