army of elements

Naked eyes’re powerless for they are invisible, smaller than dust, no less. Creepy crawlers, void of tiny legs, bursting from vein to vein inside a mortal, muscled-keg. A minuscule army of Platinum, Fluorine, Arsenic, Boron haunting for the invading “C”. With a fatal glow, ‘nother option is the clear-cut missile of Cobalt-60 and Nickel-60. Both… Continue reading army of elements

Last Choice

I have lived a well-planned life. My mom used to tell me that I have my own decisions, ever since I’m a toddler. I choose what will I wear. I choose what will I eat. I choose anything and everything. Yep. My parents never win. My student-self is as picky as my toddler-self. I grew… Continue reading Last Choice

Big ‘C’

Life's light mood's bright heart's fine when soul's only mine. Then you came, hijacked every cell you stumbled upon which drove me insane. Now life's hard, heart has died, soul's really tired, frivolity hunches- hides. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Matthew Brodeur In response to Daily Post: Frivolous