he was a demon preying on the weak the vulnerable; his own daughter. a soul-sucking shtriga creeping into her room touching her hurting her forcing himself on her his wife an accomplice a bystander, nothing but a supervisor guardingย his honour. she grew up though as he grew older ageingย in such a way outsiders knew of [...]
Tag: poetry
when the numbness is so great
i have to stop myself sometimes, when the numbness is so great, when it becomes an overwhelming force growing from the seed of nothingness. (a tidal wave of an anger so powerful i scare myself). those moments i forget - i just burn burn Burn. an undeniable need to unleash the monster within. [...]
driving up the Hume freeway
moments like this remind me why i am alive. witnessing the countryside pass us by as we're driving up the Hume freeway; a family of cows a team of horses. the majesty of the Australian landscape, the sudden awareness of its unyielding nature, is incandescent. we seem so minuscule when confronted with [...]
chapter one
with a frightened gasp, she woke. red red red red kept flashing images refusing to leave - the sanctuary her mind previously offered no more. for the past three weeks the same dream woke her up and made her weak. a cacophony of pain and untelling horror. who was she? who were they [...]
leave me alone in my own home
this is my safe place my home my soul. i pour everything i am here, for you to hold these words close to your chest; and for me to purge out these overwhelming feelings iย own. (knowing that this haven of mine is known by people who only want to bring me down is [...]
women are magic
think about it: women are magic. without us where would you be? our bodies are strongholds, we hold the world in our hands on our shoulders, in our wombs. we are entire universes within a body, molecules of unadulterated power and strength. and yet you refuse to see us as equals. [...]
i’ve never seen you so happy
POETRY REVIEW: WILD EMBERS BY NIKITA GILL
Poems of rebellion, fire and beauty Wild Embers by Nikita Gill is a firestorm of lovely prose, that at times, can be quietly powerful and other times, is an exhilaration of a pure unstoppable force. I will try and keep this review brief, only because I wholeheartedly believe that this is a poetry collection [...]
prologue
she tried to hold on. she tried to fight it. her babyโs cries pushed her on. she couldnโt stop it. the pain ricocheted; the bullet ploughed on. something trickled down her arm; it pulsed, she bled Red.
i want to rip out my voice
I want to rip out my voice and throw it at you make you bleed from words unspoken. the more i scream the less you hear the more i hurt the less you care. i want to rip out my heart and squeeze it and let it rupture in front of your face. so you [...]