Written on Sep, 12, 2017
by ZiyanaK
Today I realized how dependent I am on the personalities of others to hide away the things about me I don’t want to accept. *** I’m using people like camouflage, changing myself as if everything I am doesn’t go beyond skin. *** Please…
Written on Sep, 03, 2017
by ZiyanaK
It happened in a subway sandwich shop, of all places. This is where you go to feel full, not empty; but there he was, watching us, hungry, licking his lips. I never thought about how easy it would be for someone unclasp…
Written on Aug, 21, 2017
by ZiyanaK
We can’t wait for our wounds to start healing – not because we want to feel better but because we want to start comparing the size of our scars. *** Apparently, we only have the right to be important when we’re placing our…
Written on Dec, 30, 2016
by ZiyanaK
Vanity controls all. Some are ashamed of being less than perfect, and their vanity compels them to hide within the dark. Some are proud of being ideally beautiful, and their vanity compels them to appear before the light. But all are controlled by…
Written on Dec, 04, 2016
by ZiyanaK
I have four fatal flaws; four which I must embrace; four which I must accept; four which I must experience my life through. I have four fatal flaws; four which I must apologise for; four which I must shed for better attributes; four…
Written on Nov, 02, 2016
by ZiyanaK
My mind lingers on hope. Even under the command to let go, even as I know nature has plucked me from the pool of my purpose, my mind lingers on the hope of being bound to a baby. Rationality endeavors to bring…
Written on Sep, 17, 2016
by ZiyanaK
She is happy. But sometimes, she has days when she is a disaster. There is a storm of chaos who takes the form of a human woman. Her heart beats with jolts of lightning, and her neck’s pulse is the cacophonous thunder that…
Written on Aug, 31, 2016
by ZiyanaK
I am tired. In the spaces between my heartbeats I find moments of silence anchored by shadows to the breath of every dawn, but this is before the daytime expels sunrise’s misty serenity and thrusts me into a place where people use my…
Written on Jul, 23, 2016
by ZiyanaK
You look at me through dark eyes whose shade is founded in arrogance and ignorance. Their glare is penetrating, excruciating even as you are unaware of the raking gashes they tear into the security of my psyche. I am a porcelain doll whose…
Written on Jun, 17, 2016
by ZiyanaK
My panic attacks start with the clock. There is a small, dark pulse behind and just beneath the crimson, life-giving beat of my heart. Tick, tick, tick… It fills my bloodstream with a loathsome poison, quickens my pulse, turns my breath into swift,…
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