no mapmakers visit here
time has closed off entry and exit
bit by bit history is erased:

rust & moss exchange shapes —
stillness bursting into
form of frenzied movement

(prompt)

inner-city ballads float in the air:
a child running down the stairs,
a car speeding down the road,
a bike skidding to a halt

in the distance, a silent lake —
a beast biding its time
till it’s light again outside
and the birds start a new song

today we’re marvelling at
sunlight bouncing off of bricks,
children playing ball,
the special days we’ve lived

tomorrow we’ll go back to our lives
that look alike when looked at
from this bench we’re sitting on,
to whoever is looking on

(prompt)

in a fit of rage tonight
she smashes glass
her face staring back
from every bloodied shard

that would definitely be
the better alternative
to waking life — to trickling
her insides out on command

I give a lot of importance
to life lessons

started keeping mine in my pocket
on a list — handy

yesterday I defeated myself
by doing number 17

tomorrow I’ll falter again
but this time it’ll be 18

(writing prompt)