It’s drizzling

As a stream of droplets slide down my face,

I discover a newly defined contour of my face

The mountains stay dry and the valleys become wet,

I wish it to transform into plain and fertile land.

Shorts

An unexpected entry, nevertheless, welcomed with an open heart.

Maybe later

“It hurt, it really hurt”, I whimpered. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my cries of pain remained unheard, deafened by the noisy fan and the blaring television. The flesh of my thigh was boiling in the hot gravy that was accidentally slipped onto it. “That’s definitely gonna leave a scar, hope it doesn’t turn out worse”, I murmured to myself. Still, I didn’t have the guts to check and confirm the extent of the damage. ‘Maybe later’.