Asking for What You Deserve

It was at a Gloria Jean’s. We had a blueberry cheesecake and iced mocha to share — not that these details were important. There were other important things, like the imminent sob-fest I was entering. “T”, I began. “I really think I’m going to fail.” The last word came out in a ragged breath, leaving my lips…

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We Suffer [PROSE PIECE]

 He breaks into half, splintering across the silence when his son speaks again. | an original

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The Last One Standing

Home  I went. I paid the bill.

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singaporean subject-matter

– a poem:
we toe the lines,

between greyscale latitude

and the silky length of colour,
stained by curry –

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There is this Golden Sunshine

THERE IS THIS GOLDEN SUNSHINE There is this golden sunshine. The light that slowly filters in and pours into your room and fills it with a magical, fairy-like light, that makes you cringe in bed and toss-and-turn under a navy duvet  until your limbs find it within themselves to wake up and face the cold…

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