An invisible hand, invincible; seems to be squeezing her heart. Suffocating, a bleeding, blinding blur. Her panting, dying breath in sync with the ticking clock. Counting, anticipating the end of time; the end of her painful times. Her skin is on blaze, a raging flame; and she choked by its smoky ash. Her thoughts feel naked, …
[Poetry] “Empty streets on a dark night”
Empty streets on a dark night, As the city goes to sleep tight Unknown, untold, unsought for; Yet there I was, awake and walking. It was meant to be liberating, To be alive, unchained and free; But I was a woman. Empty streets on a dark night, I didn't know if the …