Light

Maybe this sky i used to stare up for hours doesn’t even exist anymore and those stars dust within my lungs never touched the moon. Yet sometimes when the memories are heavier than the air coming out of my soul, that light coming across the cracks of my room seems to me real than anything….

Seconds of change, 45

The red light starts everything in complete sintony. the car moves 3km The red light again a tree on the side, then the green, two trees an old woman on the street some trees an odd couple walking the yellow light appears hand with hand, heart with heart it lasts 30 seconds an old man…

Ghosts.

Tell me how I am supposed to sleep when your ghosts are haunting my dreams, dancing around the surface of my skin, leaving traces of your cigarette smoke in my head like drunken feathers in clouds of twirls praying to be shot dead. By Rim Zeiny Read more texts by this author

2 a.m.

There’s something About The dark hours Of 2 a.m. That switches on The lanterns Along your spine And lets you see, Clearly, The words Gushing mutely Through your bones By Rupali Jeganathan read more texts by this author