Tag: self-loathing
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i have forgotten how vulnerability feels like.
i had 4 slices of bread washed down with half a glass of tap water. it’s 2am, i am not even that hungry but i keep getting that feeling of being something like a quicksand. the more i try to move around, talk with someone or get things done, i am still sinking. you know,…
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story about nothing
i reek of self hatred even after every shower.there’s month old laundry dumped, and cob webs begging to be cleaned for good. that half a can of beer hasn’t been drunk because i bought a new one which still tastes the samebut makes me feel i am less sick now i reek of alcohol and…
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Horror in my Heart
there is always a preceding horror about writing down stories; the art that haunts the depths, direfully claws the insides of my chest; it’s like a hundred fists clasping within, all unable to describe this colossal conundrum of a human mind. love, you see, i don’t exactly remember when it was that a little girl…
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i feel like a corpse emphatically married to life, when i have long been in love with death and kissed with him in my room around 3am, as i held a cord around my neck. i am a wife to an apathetic world evolving into some ruthless machinery that incinerates a thousand dreams of young…
Prena Poetry 