Poetry

Selective Light

My family are the stars, each in exile from the sun’s grasp, from the sun’s light singing of how it can save me. But the light is a lie, a story fed to babes, repeated by children, to make them feel special. But the light is a lie, a mask worn even by those still… Continue reading Selective Light

Poetry

Ever-

Without end, an ever-flourishing divide between. An agreement they hold of their pleasurable coherence and my floating away from anything resembling, staying the sane chasm flaunting its ever-widening gap. With no escape from surrounding outside normality, no escape from compressing solitary confinement. Cornered into an ever-increasing faith for the unrevealed answer whose revelation is no… Continue reading Ever-