golden girl.

Sunlight flecks splattered in her hair, longlocks pinned up with sleepiness her eyes are the wrinkles of the dawn, the creases where sweetness runs down its slopes when she smiles her teeth are the pearly gates of heaven, opening and closing to reveal murky depths of the unknown her arms fight through linen sheets, charging…

a day of self-care.

It was a Monday morning, yet another start of a new work week. Familiar beeping from the phone’s generic alarm reverberated through the walls of my room, and held my hands, guiding me out of slumber. Stumbling across the room, I tapped on my phone screen. The sound was gone. I stretched my arms out…

sun salutation.

Arms up above the head, head looking north towards heaven Ligaments and sinews of muscles pull up, sturdy ropes Unerupted wings meet each other in a tight embrace as arms spread to horizontal: an eagle taking flight Head down, knees to chest, fingers graze hardwood floors lovingly, then one palm kisses the floor, and the…

Overtime.

Her fingers tapped relentlessly at the black qwerty keys on the board. Her eyes were fixed on the luminous glow of the screen, a comfort when no humans were around in sight. The drone of the air conditioning hummed on, accompanied by the clicking sounds from the clock, as if to say it’s time to…

your hands are your eyes

your hands are your eyes tracing dots popping up from paper, whispers passed from synapse to axon to neuron to nerve centres running up bundles of nerves (I’m a bundle of nerves too), halting at junctions of impulses crossing over at cross junctions reaching up white, grey waving to a friend and relaying this message…

the old lady.

She was sitting on a bench. It was after her work shift. She heaved a sigh, let it go into the quiet darkness of the night, save the bright warm glow from the street lamp. Clutching on to the string of a paper bag hanging from her, she pulled her bags closer, seeking comfort from…