The day I almost died

the day i almost died

Tschechische Prag, den 13. Juli 2013. The day I jumped out of an airplane, I didn’t quite think much of it. I was having fun like young dumb girls do with their young dumb friends. It wasn’t for the blood boiling gut wrenching eye-popping gush of adrenaline. It wasn’t exactly a dare either. Two small […]

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The Interview

the interview

Den 6. Mai. 2019. It was an especially windy morning and I was in a losing battle with the rain, my least favourite forecast. By now my mascara was like a plangent river and my nipples seem to have resisted all the confines I had on, and were poking out as if in protest. This […]

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Smoke

smoke

I sometimes think about hugging you in the middle of a passing crowd in the narrow fashion district. Neither of us can claim bewildering growth, we just perceive that someday these tiny baby steps will amount to an Alpen. It wasn’t so long ago we met. As always with your saucer eyes, and a self-righteous […]

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True self

True self

Your longings attached to a thespian smile captivates a wandering soul tho’ it’ll take you a while longer to remember how to breath again. these nimble feeling in your bowels is rumbling, swelling up, bursting out your spirit is an unrestrained beast recycling the dreams you’ll dream again like a sillouette in the dead of […]

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The language

the language

Puff it once. Let the smoke dance on the skin until you sucks it back like vacuum. And your eyes overflow with tears like a breaking dam. Pain is a painting of haunted memories you treasure. But if you blood turns black, you’ll risk playing Russian roulette with demons. Living in a society with borders […]

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Silent eyes

silent eyes

I was standing at the front of my mat with my feet rooted to the earth, much like a woman with silent eyes waiting for hours at a bus stop. Prudently listening and smiling, like her cares had been washed away with dunes on midnight’s wave and she didn’t have anywhere to be. Though she […]

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Delilah’s wish

Delilah's wish

She waited at the foot of mother’s rocking chair, next to the polka- dot curtains, cuddling her head between the flesh of her palms. Mother was 122 years old with the smile of a 6 year Mädel. Her silver hair was ankle-long and growing. She reminded Delilah of an orange orchid that blossomed in spring. […]

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