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(short stories! prose! poetry! editorials!) narratives and abstract retellings of things for imaginations to count ✍️

Bête noire

Borrowing from French: bête noire ‎(literally “black beast”). When I tread on the age-old cement running down the mountains; my mind brings up stern warnings left on the trembles of my mother’s lips. “Do not trust strangers,” looking for the affirmation in my gaze, nods done over and over — I understood, I understand, etcetera. “Do not follow anyone you don’t know,” like reading off an old book, proverbs told time after time from her mother, and then the mothers before her, “only trust your family.” Yet in those brokenly repeated words, I felt the fear clinging onto the teeth marks left on the edges of her lips. So was a mother’s bible, written to protect and nurture, from the very own birthplace she raised you in.

Uzupe

There’s something oddly harrowing about looking back onto the days of your life when you dedicated it towards something as simple as a pairing; isn’t that quite the embarrassment? You look back reflexively and dismiss those days, months, perhaps even a year or more — as easy as you dismissed the idea of ever giving up on them, back then..

writing dump; #1

Teenage prose is raw, filled with emotion, parental problems, pure angst, or perhaps unadultered innocent love in every single beat and strand. These aren’t proofread, written in the spur of the moment and unedited (unless to add more lines) they are the pinnacle of raw feelings, in the loose form of words. Here is a dump of poetry made from about last Christmas day to the seventh of February.