It cracks into my vision again, Monster,

staring at me:tenacious olive eyes and threatening pimento


and its face:stretchinganddistortnig-andwideningandbloating with

greasy laughter,

I water from my head’s leaky taps, as its hatred blood, dried and dripping, patches and

saturated grins

as swollen gums,me, to entice me

into its mouth…

SCREAAM! and wake up. convulsing.

And run.

To the bathroom. finally purging out. everything I can. everything horrifying inside me. everything.

And. the whole. pizza.





Bulimea Nervosa.

[Daily Prompt – Fearless Fantasies]


Unusual gathering 📷

[The Daily Post – Photo Challenge] Gathering – Document a gathering and share your interpretation with us.


shoes gathering photography (2)

Five p.m. and the rain

decides to dribble faster, bored of its previous spitting game.

It laughs with the wind as it ambushes the little people

stepping out of their already weathering day,

unaware. some unprepared. another London day.

Then it starts to still again as many have taken shelter,

running away from its teasing streaks, and

the rare few, letting the polluted rain

wash away their heated stress. As the lampposts relentlessly attempt

to light up the dulled ground, the rain watches

the little assemblies of people at the

public transport stations and overhead shelters.

It surveys their shoes, silently chit-chatting the

common and uncommonness

of these gatherings.

A daughter returning home, a weary working woman, an impatient schoolgirl,

Funny how the rain unites more strangers than usual.

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