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I could see my husband looking at me through the mirror. I was looking back at him but he couldn't tell. He could only see the back of my Afro-ed head. His eyes had a kind of nostalgic yearning that nearly stopped me. He was following my hands as I undressed, remembering his favorite parts … Continue reading BLUR
It seemed a really stupid idea that day when the sun was too hot and a group of young people were trying to climb a small hill. It seemed even dumber when the oldest in the group suggested a bottle. A bottle to put our dreams inside. Someone sniggered, another brought out a pen from … Continue reading New Dreams
I have always loved to tell stories by the fire. Under the clear dark skies, the moonlight illuminating their hopes and dreams, and of course, aiding my vision as I looked from one to the next. The fire would be crackling softly, reflecting a kind of animation that I was sure showed in mine. My … Continue reading Stories that Were
Do I look like a modern woman? Yes, you do. Do you think of me as a modern woman? I do. Then why are all these stereotypes stabbing my back?
It was when I thought you worshipped me Used to call me Goddess Owner of your heart Imprisoner of all your good parts It was when you took pride in parading me Before your very hungry adoring eyes Calling me, Mine.. A thread of a voice, breaking with the weight of my name On your … Continue reading If Frangrances..
She fell in love With her reflection Until he pierced the mirror.
Sorry that I lied.. Sorry that I made you fall in love with glimpses of me.. So sorry that I happily climbed on the pedestal you put up for me.. A pedestal of sweet nothings and fleeting moments.. A pedestal you built from the distortions I fed you.. Distortions you held on with the strength … Continue reading Sorry..
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton