He breaks into half, splintering across the silence when his son speaks again. | an original
We Suffer [PROSE PIECE]
Tag: Family
YELLOW CHAIR: The Last Immigrant
Lau Siew Mei wrote wonderfully and terrifyingly about the supernatural world and the treachery of our own internal mind’s workings, creating an entrancing narrative of a neighbourhood that charted each other’s lives and were interconnected by voids meant to be filled, or that had been haphazardly filled.
Cosmic Chaos
But her home country hurts me now and I cannot demand an apology, because I am not Enough for even the shower to cry over. - written for a friend
Protected: 29th December: The Scariest Week of my Life
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How To Live: Pull Up Your Socks
Let your pair of socks brush against your legs and itch to go higher. Pull up your socks. What does it mean, to pull up your socks? I bet that it doesn’t mean to literally grab the hem of your socks and pull them up your legs (and I’d win that bet!). What do you think it [...]
Our Afternoon
The hanger rotates, its steel hook glistening in the sweat of the afternoon. The sunshine makes a sound on the plastic, a sound we cannot hear. The hanger rotates, its steel hook glistening in the sweat of the afternoon. The sunshine makes a sound on the plastic, a sound we cannot hear. Mom is arguing with [...]
