There’s this moth – it wore its wings like a pretty, white dress. It found love with a dingy, dirty lightbulb. Sticking to it, bashing its head in, revolving around it like it had no[…]
Category: Sajan
A Man Ahead of His Time
I have a certain admirance for one Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice. Maybe it’s because I relate more to the guy – the brooding, silent type who, by the very least, means very well,[…]
Ink Burns
So cold. Numb. Numb for the skin that never made it. Tip over. Then the pain settled. Do it. But nothing maimed myself more than having to watch. End this! Helpless. Here in the dark[…]
Debunking the Monster
You know what I don’t get? How someone could possibly devote so many precious years to spit on the impossible and devise the unthinkable. To the point where sewing together parts of carcasses, making sure[…]
Flapper Girl
If there’s greater things to life than dance, liquor, and intimacy I’ve yet to discover them. But I feel the question is whether or not I would like to. I haven’t thought about it all[…]