at night, i dream of Philomela
Author: Allison Mak
and even icarus could not understand how it burns to be a woman.
there is mold in my bathroom.
god forbid.
house parties with strangers, jokes around the pool table, drinking beer as we play cards.
looking at you makes me feel as if i have finally ascended. suddenly, i am all-knowing. contradictions are rectified and questions are answered by the simplicity of your soft breaths.
i arrive home. the lock to my condo jams and i spend a few seconds shimmying my key […]
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For as long as there have been celebrities, people have formed intense attachments to them and their lives.
I hate kids. I hope I never have kids. My hatred for children is so intense that only a few months ago, I was voted as “most likely to name their child Gilgamesh out of spite.” However, my distaste for children goes further than my dislike for their blameless stupidity and high maintenance. I pity them for merely existing. I pity us all for existing – for never having chosen to be born.