The Middle…

She took his lip between hers, bloodless, no air. How sweet life was to taste compared to this, but sometimes even vampires meet each other between legs. It’s a different sort of loving, instead of consuming, it’s the sex of companionship, of not having to explain bloodlust or savagery, nor to make excuses for it.TheyContinue reading “The Middle…”

Move On Girl

The anxiety and guiltpushes up throughmy ribsI breathe outsome generic liesthat tripon my lip–I haven’t practicedfor this–As my time draws closer to an end withyou and thissituationdraws more blood,than, perhapsit should,A friend reminds methat I owe no-oneanything–Still, a part of mewants to prostrateat the feet ofan ideology, I don’t fully understand –I think this isContinue reading “Move On Girl”

Language of my Heart

I think thatSometimesThe right wordsDon’t comeWith the right feelingInsteadI try to tell youSomethingOnly I can feelIn a language made By manIn a language thatIs not theLanguage of myHeart -A.A. @nyxilotbiscuit I don’t talk often about the feeling of loss that comes from not knowing my native language fluently. I don’t talk about what it’s likeContinue reading “Language of my Heart”

Writing for Instagram

I began a new challenge in my writing journey: setting up a poetry instagram (@nyxilotbiscuit). In a past life, I was vaguely annoyed by Instagram poetry, it made me feel like short sentences that were really just phrases of frustration or glee were being placed on a literary pedestal – somewhere, that, maybe they shouldn’tContinue reading “Writing for Instagram”

The Architecture of Emotions

I wrote a poem once about the architecture of emotions, and how they have a power to change our shape, our structure. It’s not that emotions come along, and give us the sole definition to our humanity – I can guarantee, for example, that my dogs feel love, excitement, frustration. It’s more that I beginContinue reading “The Architecture of Emotions”