angst – Swan's Labyrinth

A Sunday Evening

( tw // suicide implied ) Here is a broken sentenceOf a broken story: The light poles across this cityWaver in the oceans beneathAnd I walk in silent steps thatResound a flaky dream.There is a girl in blue denim-Her hair deluged in saffron-Echoing my name in between musical notesAnd I dance to mellifluous memoriesBecause IContinue reading “A Sunday Evening”

Things (un)said in a Glitch

Telephone rings Hello? (static) your voice is the old bottle of wine that burns down my throat and i bite the dust in my dreams till i wake up unhinged with the wine stains on my shirt spelling out your name Hel- my hydrangeas have all wilted and conflated with the mud that smears myContinue reading “Things (un)said in a Glitch”

Deformation and Discombobulation

I have broken and broken down enough to be broken down forever, yet I live and live on and live a lifetime of regret and self-loathing in one day One day my pearls strewn across the table-top shoot me like daggers till my mouth bleeds of the words I should’ve spoken and the words IContinue reading “Deformation and Discombobulation”

A letter of self-appreciation

Dear Me, I know you weren’t given enough credit for all of the pain you managed to bottle up in the hopes of not losing the people you thought you needed. So, here is a little appreciation letter for surviving the most pathetic year gone by. You spent last new year’s writing an ode toContinue reading “A letter of self-appreciation”

I dreamed of getting over you…

Often waiting for you in stillness is far better than searching for you in empty crowds. When I’m in my own head in the midst of a horrendous road-traffic and you’re trying to retrace your steps to where you left me, The garden statues watch over us with ghost-filled eyes and too many sins toContinue reading “I dreamed of getting over you…”

Why Beware the Nail-Biter?

“Keep an eye out for the nail-biter,” they whisper, lurking in corridors with sneering eyes. Nail-biter wakes up in her topsy-turvy bedroom with unruly hair and foul breath; Weary-eyed, she stares listlessly at her text messages left unsent and mulls over thoughts of her death. Nail-biter sits on her desk gaping out the window, dreamingContinue reading “Why Beware the Nail-Biter?”

When a Broken Soul breaks Hearts

So you’re cursing my name; scrawling on it over and over till the paper tears, Funny how I can’t even disparage you when I knew too well how silly you were. So I turned a blind eye to you; steered clear of your lingering shadow through the window sheers, Funny how you still hanker aroundContinue reading “When a Broken Soul breaks Hearts”