You scream into the void and it sings you back a lullaby.
Apologies are my intestines twisted into tiny balloon animal figures. I hand them out to people walking on the sidewalk like cheap pamphlets, and when a stranger takes one in their hands, I dissolve in them like a tablet in my mother’s feeble mouth, trapped under the guise of a remedy that’s going to save her soul. The child in me does not understand rage. It understands the sound of doors slammed shut, its heart thrumming against its walls, pieces of glass scattered across the floor like the stars it could never identify in the sky and countless meals that feel too stale for the gaps between its teeth. Because an apology is the underside of my tongue that screams anger in a few hundred languages but speaks sorries in a million more. It is the C section scar on my mother’s belly that she rubs with aromatic oils, muttering a silent prayer for her children who carry heavy schoolbags on their backs wearing sackcloth and ashes. My heart and the world don’t fit each other so I wrap it in a page of the Times newspaper with obituary columns and dissolve into the crowd.
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When we kiss, we don't make a sound.
The faint crackling of our souls,
Plays like an old gramophone,
With the 60's songs at prime.
Our hands are winter cold,
Like freezing room tiles.
And our feet are naked,
Like my bare back grimly sheathed
With December wool.
And our hearts?
They're heavy.
For it's a kiss stolen in secret,
A secret, sealed in our hearts
Like a skeleton in a cupboard. — % &-
And my love for you lingers between the light and the shadows.
Overlooked, but forever omnipresent.-
He touched her, like she would break.
But not once did he let her feel like,
she was feather light like his touch.
But instead,he made her feel like she was powerful,
Invincible, indestructible,
And so unbreakable.-
Life was more peaceful, before I had met you.
But then again, I wouldn't have known the thrilling perilousness of life if it hadn't been for you.-
*clink, clink* it's an announcement. More like a fair exchange.
Hello!
So i thought, since I've an audience here, I'd do a letter exchange? The art of writing letters is so pristine and I personally, adore writing letters.
So i thought, maybe I'd write letters to absolute strangers on the internet?
*Read the caption!*
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I hurt you intentionally and again and again because i know how to hurt you where you'd take the knife. Maybe I hurt you because I know you'll be hurt. I hurt you because infliction comes with the easy possibility of never having to be good to you again and hurting you is easier than loving you but then again we only hurt the ones we love.
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