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Mother, I think my insides are decomposing politely. Can you not smell it, or have you grown so used to my rot that you call it “obedience”? Mother, I’ve become quite a candle burning, devouring, unbecoming so quietly in the…
do you think her light is borrowed—something siphoned from the sun before dusk swallows the walls? (look closer. stay longer. watch carefully.) She is no candle trembling at the mercy of wind; She is brightness after it has already burned,…
Morning smoke billows through cracks of broken windows, and the air tastes of iron—like rusty old coins on the tongue. Even the wind tires of threading through the same narrow streets, brushing past faces that have forgotten the taste of…
I was on my second set of lateral pull-ups when I heard an idiot say to another idiot: “I was having intercourse with my girlfriend when she started her period. I dumped that tramp immediately.” Dear nameless dude at the…
Tahimik. Iyan ang kalagayan ng kanilang tahanan ngayon. Kung ikukumpara sa ibang bahay—punô ng dekorasyon, umaapaw sa liwanag, at umaalingawngaw ang tawanan—parang mahirap paniwalaang sasapit na ang Pasko. Isang buntong hininga ang kumawala sa labi ni Miracle. “Nauna lang naman…
Extinction (noun) Ex-tinc-tion A situation in which a plant, an animal, a way of life, or a species ceases to exist. This very event is what history and nature have demonstrated to both humans and animals time after time. No…
October was just another month passing: scorching afternoons, no grand promises for anyone to await—just another stretch of time before the long-awaited Christmas holidays. Nobody focuses on it. This time around, however, one viral video ensured that everyone would remember…
Walang buwan. Ang gabi’y tila telang itim na nakayakap sa lungsod—walang sinag, walang buhay. Ngunit buhay ang dilim, humihinga sa bawat kalye, gusali, at bintana. Sa pusod nito, may mga nagbabantay: mga mata ng nakaraan, handang humatol. Ang hangin ay…
“Shit, it’s almost 10 PM already,” you whispered in frustration as your blaring alarm went off. You set it not to remind yourself to go home, but to warn you that the deadline is closing in, and that no grace…
Bleak is the future that looms over the earth. Trumpets rage and sirens screech, yet we are too busy reveling in the deafening monotony of compliance and complacency. Those who sit on golden thrones demand blind obedience, and who are…