Melancholia of The Drunk

I was seated on the toilet bowl, reading a life magazine, offloading shit, when she barged in. “I am so done with you!!” She threw my phone to my face pausing a strain of shit on my butt hole as though this was its moment of bliss. My phone fell inside the toilet pit as… Read more

I once knew a girl named Lucy. She was tall and slender – just how I loved my girls back then – her collar bone jutted from her neck like a flamboyant fountain of water, with a droplet forming a dimple on her chin. Of oval shaped face that complemented her soft sturdy lips which… Read more

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my past lovers is that, love in a moment like you will never love again. More than once we have laid on bed listening to an Adele’s piece of music, skin to skin rejuvenating our lost energies while breathing softly, head on my chest, breasts on my ribs,… Read more

So, what hurts the most than losing interest in something you once was passionate about? I loved it, alright. If maybe I still do, ain’t a question but a distress. In ways unimaginable I showed every dirt in my stained panties; for a moment I thought myself pure, impervious and nauseated by the ways of… Read more

Tonight, I had the longest night, I was slowly dying, Around me everyone slept with no clothes, I was the only one trembling, Sweating, my head was thudding. Then I saw my best friend, He came floating in the dark, Like he was a knight, I was in pain, Tears fell my cheeks as I… Read more