plot twist: a 100-word story

"For how can I be sure I shall see again the world on the first of May." My window was a painted sunset, in floating strokes of purple, orange, and raspberry's blood. I played a song about roses and taste of hope, my hips swaying free of audience, but mindful of the noodles not to…

dead bed

if only he cared enough for the baby inside a basin-bed for people floating, floating. Dead. #Poetry #RescuePH #ReliefPH