The Beauty of Suffering

I taste the warm salt through my teeth. I missed this, really–pain–crying, grimacing silently and clenching my fists till my palms blossom into white and then my blood drains.   Pain. Tasteful pain–plunging deeper into pain until my tongue dries, and tear ducts on the inside corner of my eyes sting. I’m seeing the simultaneous … Continue reading The Beauty of Suffering

Restart Button

Like a ten-year-old poster on the wall, she tears her old life apart from a surface. She wants to feel new. She wants to restart; she yearns for resurrection. Yes, she fantasizes that every single day–to die and to be reborn into a new life where she would still have the knowledge and wisdom to … Continue reading Restart Button