November 22, 2024

It and Me by Himali Singh Soin

What it is, is the inverted bent of the i, the strong strike of the t. It is what some call time, others, the arrangement of space. The movement of the particle in the wave; […]

D.O.I. (death-obsessed-insomniac)

She remains in bed with insomnia amongst poppers, and fag butts. I burn jealous, the motor in my feet ceased here. Her breath fell, fingers draped on mine. Neither she nor I, left. Teeth grind, […]

pulse

a warm-colored thrum spreads, a web of fingertip touches and threads of lightning silver my eyelids – I have tasted the sun-beads, have been enveloped by the sweet-spell, and it reverberates.

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