March came with everything I wanted and boom the sad days kicked in. Everyday became a torture. I was filled with rage. This gender has hurt me too much. Trying hard to celebrate my wins without this deep pang of regret: Like how did I get here? Now let me leave my healing for another day. There’s a friend, we talked but we weren’t so close. 15th April was our last interaction. Why did I feel she didn’t wish me…
The goosebumps were filled on the skin Hairs stood at the back of the neck In a moment, the rancid smell of liquefying skin blended with roasted hair and metals was choking It didn’t put on a show to care or recognize anyone It had nothing to do with being too good or excessively insidious. Dark smoke and fire filled the air The absence of oxygen took life speedier than the burns Time will stop and each memory will be…