Do I Look Like A Girl?

December 21st, 2016, I tweeted about a family gathering where everyone poked and pried into my life. Once they were done scrutinizing my career choices, my love life, and weight; an aunty asked why didn’t I look like a girl? Where were the make-up and curly strands of hair draping over my shoulders? My lips …

Do not burn your house down

I visited my therapist today. He said something peculiar after I droned on and on about how I hate the scars imprinted on my skin, the lines weaving their way around my waist and stomach. For half an hour; he listened, nodding along as I told stories about how I refuse to live inside this …

Sanctuary of Bones & Flowers

I am not my tragedy. My trauma is not a mirror. I am more than the scars Vandalized on my skin. I am not a history book; Tracing back my past, Leaving remnants of my present. These pieces are not a reflection Of who I am or who I was. There is a scream choking …

Rebuilding My Home

“When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and brings joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.”Jean Shinoda Bolen Photo Credit: Vincent Benjamin Romero Only I can rebuild these broken bonesRestructure the faulty stairsMy feet dragged themselves uponAnd paint over the cracksMy hands touched and hit Only …

To The Voice (Breathless)

“The thing about a spiral is, if you follow it inward, it never actually ends. It just keeps tightening, infinitely.” ― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down “Good morning!” Or at least that’s what I want to say But every time I wake up I hold my breath Constraining myself Because there’s a voice …

I’ve Seen This Film Before

My friends never liked you and I can’t blame them. They were happy when I finally got you out of my system. Unfriended, blocked, and deleted. If they knew you crossed my mind once again, there’ll be an intervention. I can hear their nagging types on their keyboard until our chat boxes are filled with …

Muse’s Epiphany

I enjoyed the taste of poison With every brush of your lips For just one moment I built a future with you in my head As you re-sketched and erased Every version of me you wanted I was the object of your affection The fantasy you wanted to frame Until I became a scrapped idea …

Mosaic of Stars and Scars

I woke up to the sound of your frustration And saw scattered papers of unimaginable views, Puzzle pieces of torn pictures With colorful and vibrant hues Lay on the floor It was a mosaic of broken inspiration You were unsatisfied with your pages Splattering your dizzying thoughts Then you grabbed my arms And started scribbling …