Chardome Ruben (Age: 17)

Battlefield It was the kitchen knife piercing the skin for the very first time; It fitted like a moonlit silver ring fits under a pale dime; The cold blade waltzing on the upper arm, leaving red rills, Triggered a hellbent...

Penned A boat in a harbour condemned by the knaves; Made to sail on the highest of the waves; Trapped and detained in a labyrinth of concrete; Shamelessly forced to watch its freedom obsolete. A bird in a cage, admired...

It all started with this pernicious pain pounding in my veins; I could still smell the petrichor, after the storm of my destroying habits left; Now I sit here, remembering my halcyon fading into stoned oblivion; What is there left...