Red Sheets

A Diary Entry of Some Sort. — You know, I’ve been a good sport my entire life. I have smiled during storms that left me tattered with debris. I have sat and listened to heroes become nobodies. I have loved people who used me and have sheltered people who left me. When I was smiling, I should…

Traversing through adult relationships. The bolts make land fall and spread into my nervous system, causing the multitude of emotions, flickering about in my body. There is no shelter, because the violent tremors are housed in my flesh, trapped in the maze of my thoughts. I’ve tried to reason my…

I Didn’t Know This Was Conditional Love — Your trembling hands find my pair. In search of the quiet that coexisted in your despair. Clung to my pillars when you had no strength to exude. Ate from the fruits of my vine when your stomach would not protrude. Nectars quenched your thirst when you fell upon me to…

The Libretto of my Soul — Soft strums of an acoustic guitar guide my prelinguistic soul, and the guttural moans of my ancestors pulled me from the void and pulled the matter that materialized into the makings of me. Harmonies began to filter into my temporal lobe, and my soul began to vibrate. The drums created…

For Bingz Huang on the Word of the Year. — After making a violent exodus from a doomed romantic relationship, I made the decision to commit myself to a season of shadow work. After the dust settled from my departure, I found myself in a highly volatile state of mind. I was no longer reacting normally to everyday experiences, and…

Let’s get you strapped in. — Standing before a door, chest bombarded with large fragments of uneasiness. I look behind me and there is no light. The darkness does not invite me in because my subconscious knows there’s nothing there. The stillness of the lightless background suspends my attention to the door. A wavelength of cold…

For Aswin & the Element of Our Existence — Consciousness is received in short electric blasts, bursts of images of family members and voices. Secluded in perpetual confusion, infused with joy while familiarizing ourselves with the surroundings of this newfound existence as a soul living in an avatar. Thoughts of existentialism have not yet found its way into the…

Prompt Week 1, Day 2 — “Do you willingly take risks, knowing you might fail regarding matters of love.” — My multi-generational household was gearing up for a big move this past month. While rummaging through my mother’s closet I discovered my old diaries from girlhood. I sat down in the middle of the closet on a crafted wooden chair, with red chipped paint covered in it. It was dated…