Like I can’t breathe Like the air doesn’t reach my lungs Like the lump in my throat chokes me Like my heart is buried under a mountain
“You know those days when you get the mean reds?’ ‘The mean reds, you mean like the blues?’ ‘No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do… Continue reading Once in a Blue Moon by Anika Shah
Edgar Allan Poe, in memoriam I saw her again last night. Or I thought I did. She was standing at the other end of the corridor, vague yet vividly visible in the half light coming from the dining hall. She was dressed in a light blue frock with a white collar and white frails. Wearing… Continue reading Annabel Lee by Anika Shah
The tree appeared out of nowhere. We just walked past that old deserted garden and found it standing there. It was a huge tree filled with green leaves – a green so bright that it made every other green look pale.