Lost Letters

From Yellow

Dear You, I was only seven. I still stay awake every night, trapped in the same nightmare. I remember your bloodshot eyes, filled with drunken lust and ugly passion. I still hear my horrified screams and desperate pleas as they fell on deaf ears, silenced by your hushes and repeated grunts. I remember you walking… Continue reading From Yellow

Dried Ink

Boko Boko

Silent hatred echoes As dreams are destroyed Bodies dumped on bodies The foul stench of death “Boko boko” Tick tock tick…   Fear is the blanket Agony is the bed Laughter turned to screams Happiness turned sour “Boko boko” Tock tick tock…   Safety is history Hope becomes desolate Madness reigns in disaster “Boko boko”… Continue reading Boko Boko