Twilight. I’m still awake. Listening to the mixture of songs through my headphones. The air conditioner is blaring and the fan at its full speed, the lights all switched off and the comforter hugging me. My brain is tired but
She was screaming. I don’t know who that she is. But that she was screaming ’cause, the bleeding won’t stop. The blood was pouring out in the form of clots, and the alcohol and pills were doing a great job.
Looking at the mirror, I remembered, The day you had bought that dress for me. That silly dress, the one in black with white polka dots. You had told me, that when you come back, We would dance together in
I hope it’s not him, The one who keeps drinking gin. As the bell rang, I said, “who’s there?” He barked, “Open the door! I’m here.” My hands started shaking, And my head started aching. But still I managed to