poetry
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Doom scroll
The phone buzzes next to me, a faint vibration humming against the table. Another notification for something I barely care about. Around me, it’s as if time stood still for a brief moment, the usual flow of reality as broken as my attention. Continue reading
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Helen
She entered the room with a bang, holding back angry fists that could break down walls. Her head was spinning with an insane amount of thoughts running around without any filter. Through the grunts and the exasperated fidgeting, Helen was fighting against her own wrath, trying to contain what seemed to be mountains of grief… Continue reading
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Divine retribution
Do not anger the Gods. Or be wary of them, at least. Their wrath is not one you would like for yourself, little one, and their punishments are often bitter. Take Sisyphus, the deceitful. He murdered the travellers and guests that stayed in his palace, and disrespected Zeus’ hospitality. He then tried to cheat Death Continue reading
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Out for a walk
I tie my laces quickly, wanting to leave my home before the sky turns sour. Going out for a walk on a cold autumnal morning is one of the many pleasures I have in life. Greyish-blueish skies and bracing winds welcome me with their hearty embrace when I open the door into the outside excitement. Continue reading
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