A Mile in Your Shoes

I’d scrutinize addicts confess their relapses,my face passive while I judged them silently,self-righteously thinking,“Oh! What a great tragedy drugs are! How could they bear the devastation of addiction, the humiliation of relapse,the fall from grace”I would never be like them I was sure. Yesterday I was stuck in bed,stuck in a mental loop of tortureContinue reading “A Mile in Your Shoes”

Rainy veil

When did it start?” The question gently flows out of my mouth, mimicking the rain falling just outside the window behind his back. I watch as it kisses and caresses the window, before slowly being sucked in by the soil. It would be completely silent if not for the staccato laughter of children in theContinue reading “Rainy veil”