First published in Literary Heist, Fall edition This pain is toothless though it bites and numbs me from within; with a nibble here a there it leaves marks on me a pulverized pain; With the clickety clackety sound of the teeth clenched together and shut tightly I can feel everything going numb; This tepid life and the … Continue reading Recursive



First published in Modern Literature, July 2018 “I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar How the feeling of emptiness devours and takes me in like an empty nest and a hole in … Continue reading Nothing

Out of Sync

First published in Modern Literature, July 2018 “I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.” ― Sylvia Plath, Ariel How the body moves shatters, into zillion specks of glass powered and brushed to its core but still every speck of it can pinch … Continue reading Out of Sync