Bubbly Thoughts

They had a little fight that day. It was a silly fight about who should go pick up their son from school. Nothing out of the ordinary. But for some reason she got worried. There was a cold wind blowing although it was summer time. His eyes became emotionless that day. She knew something was wrong. And every time she tried to ask him what’s the matter, he would coldly reply with “nothing”. After he went to work, she sat in the kitchen wondering what has happened. They have had bigger fights than this, what’s different this time. Something was not right. It was already 8:45 am. She was late. Shaking away all the negative thoughts, she dragged herself out of the house, into her car, and headed her way to work. Her eyes were focused on the screen, but her mind was somewhere else. Her heart was beating so fast and she had butterflies in her stomach all day long. Trying to comfort herself, she kept on remembering how silly this was compared to all what they have been through before

For the past hours I’ve been trying to hold my pen and write About how all of this makes me feel But thoughts and feelings froze throughout the night Though in my head it’s all so very clear Inside my chest, two lungs striving to breathe Drowning in a bottomless pool of lust A thrusting heart fighting to be free Beneath piles of bizarre taboos that form a crust And here I am yet again Writing a poem while words refuse to run Unable to say or explain All that’s so obvious and left me with a stun Who are they to make such rules? And how come they were entitled for this role? To ask me to just forget is cruel Do they really believe in crushing feelings to control? Hush please, I tell my soul Tomorrow might be a better day Rainbows and candy should replace the coal And to the love beat we’ll dance and sway For now ill drown, choke, and behold Bare and lonely in this savage, dark sphere Wounds and wrinkles make me look old But I pr

She closed the door of her room behind her and sat on the bed. Gazing at the circular print on her carpet, she felt the world spin. Closed her eyes. It was still spinning. She felt so tired and overwhelmed, and in need of some solace. On her way back home, she secretly bought a pack of cigarettes. And though she was not a smoker, it felt like her blood was craving for some nicotine. Reached to her pocket and took out the pack and the newly bought lighter. She took out a cigarette and with her shivery hand moved it towards her pale lips. When she lit it up and took the first drag, it was as if she was born a smoker. Her whole body relaxed as the poison went through her lungs into her blood stream. After a while, she realized that the window was the only source of light. She stood up and opened it a bit. The cold breeze playfully moved her hair. The smell of moist tickled her nose as she took another drag on her soon-to-finish cigarette. When she finished it, she threw it outsi