dark: is the language spoken by my skin that you secretly crave
Tag: Singapore
that which brings you joy: if my heart should rupture take me to the coast and watch over as i breathe life again
in the quiet of night summer clouds fill the dark sky with stories of a darker time before
a blur of blue wisps round the corner and return as night
a concrete monstrosity separates: the blue of dusk from summer’s blaze
the demon in the corner of the room sulks quietly never knowing why this man smiles
the night has declared war upon our flesh as bodies melt into bedsheets
surviving your gaze of winter: perhaps then it is meant to be
to quiet the voices: detach from the warmth of summer
a deeper shade of grey fills the belly of the city with trauma
