Stayin’ Alive
It was peculiar; that pouncing beat that pounds the head against the drying pillars, all reflections were the mismatched pills taken quietly whenever the DJ pauses — music, magic, and ecstacy living amidst… Continue reading
At night I wrap my arms around the her slender back and unclasp the clip holding her bra, we lay and laugh as I tickle her bellybutton, and we kiss in torrid fumes,… Continue reading
The toxicity is in the car as it drives, drives itself up the falling streets of Manila. The toxicity is the used napkin that levitates one second as it falls after wiping my… Continue reading