Melancholia of The Drunk

Ever loved someone till you get bored with them? Spit on their face and still tell them that you need them? Wear their hearts on your boots, and constantly step on them regardless of their hurt? I have, a few times. I told them and they kept asking, “does a goth really fall in love?”… Read more

She awe me. She has all these medicinal terms encrypted on her mind, and each time she speaks, she does so with ease as though she was born to be a doctor. She’s a natural. After love making, she’d whisper something like, “Phill, I get tachycardia when I’m around you.” At first I pretend I’m… Read more

“Shuuush…!!pussy!!” “Where is it!?” “It is under the bed..” “Come on, put on the lights and grab some stick” “It’s not moving. It’s stuck at the corner of the bed…” “Maybe it wants to give birth..” “How do you know that..?” “She’s wet. She has peed on my bed..” “… is the pregnancy yours? I’m… Read more

It never mattered what the doctor had said. It didn’t matter whether I wouldn’t make it till the end of the year. That I had few months to breathe on this terrestrial. It just never seemed okay at first. So I wondered why me?. It really never mattered whether I’ll be subjected to X rays… Read more

“Phill, What’s your ideal girl? What kind of a girl are you looking for?” They asked me. “I’m looking for a woman who can mother me.” I answered. As soon as I did, they all burst out into hysterical laughter. Maybe I gave out a wrong answer. Or my response was tragically amusing. For a… Read more