Melancholia of The Drunk

My girlfriend and I, are at the graveyard. There’s a bottle of bourbon whiskey. That dangles between her knees. There are rolls of smoked weed. One stick dangles between my fingers. I’m sitting directly opposite her. Her back leaning on the grave; Where an epitaph rests waiting for kind souls to read through. She’s putting… Read more

WARNING: This story has graphic obscene Descriptions. Take heart. The girl who told me this story will be mad when she finds out that I wrote about this. But I want to tell her that this is not about her. That I didn’t do this for her. I wrote this for the silenced voices. The… Read more

You’re texting with your girlfriend. Right at the time she’s from job. It’s around 7pm. She tells you she misses you. Of course you miss her too. So you decide to give her a call. To hear her voice, so she can walk without texting. She might fall, except it wouldn’t be for you. She… Read more

When art ceases to be just art, it becomes more than a canvas where you bleed your own truth. You clutch to the billfold of your pieces, you lay bare your hurt, your tears engraved on them, all the suicidal thoughts, rape and past psychological trauma from your childhood memories, you lay them bare on… Read more

Everyone is expecting to see you, to know who you are, my girlfriend is curious too, she keeps checking on my phone. She’s hired a private investigator. My neighbour heard waves of your existence, she keeps asking me the same question over and over. My mom is restless, she’s wondering between you and my girlfriend,… Read more