Tag: DPchallenge


I feel the steel bars cutting through and out of my heart, devouring the organ in its entirety. Like the roots germinating from a seed, a seed that was planted inside me by words; by indoctrination and subtle messages.

My heart is now a mass of dead metal. But it is still hungry for more, it wants to widen its grasp. The metal crawls up my gullet, slowly and insidiously. Covering every mucous layer with its chilly surface, suppressing the life force beneath. It comes up through my throat, but there is no gag reflex. It is an unnatural process but one which my body falls prey to. I am desperately vulnerable. How do you defend against something from within you?

It crawls out of my mouth and spreads it reach over my head, covering and filling every orifice with relish. My mouth goes dry. My ears, deaf, as if at the bottom of some unthinkable deep ocean. I feel my irises become taut, or perhaps dead for a more accurate description. They are now inanimate objects which do not fulfil their structural purpose.

My heart is supposed to be racing, but it now too is lifeless. Stripped of its simple purpose by the oppressor.

I feel the metallic elements seep through the pores of my skin, clawing their way out from the inside and overflowing through the external. The pores in my skin expand excruciatingly slowly, and the fibres of my skin stretch to give way to the metal. The metal flows over every remaining inch of my body and covers me in its stronghold.

I am now…

I think…


Train Rides

Man has his head buried in the papers

Reading the news of some distant affair

Ignorant to the uncomfortable woman on his right

Girl with her headphones plugged in

Deaf to an elderly’s “Excuse me”

Man in suit, snoring

Tired from making a living

Forgot to live a life

Kid with Retina display smartphone

Oh the beauty of trees passing by!

Lady with make-up, very pretty

Forgot a layer of smile

Birds with wings flying high

Looking for a spot to land

There’s one here

I’m leaving

This is not where I want to stand




There is no way out. There is a thick layer of nothingness concealing me from the outside, however my sense of direction is warped, I feel like the world is flipped inside out. My soul is exposed while my appearances are hidden in this structure. What am I doing here? I do not have the answer to question. I do not even know what questions I have.

The air is heavy and cumbersome, like an elaborate velvet curtain. I feel the weight of the atmosphere pressing down on my lungs, now that my organs are exposed. My consciousness is concentrated densely into a dot,  embedded in the very centre of me. The light emanating from it contrasts glaringly with the perpetual darkness around. I can hear the silence, I can see the darkness, although I am looking through orifices rather than eyes. This place has no form or shape. No specific structure. It isn’t circular, or rectangular. It is space, or maybe just the lack of it. I cannot ascertain.

I look at myself, cleft from any emotions, trying to fall deeper into the layers of me, as if I could possibly be the exit.


The cavern is dark and harrowing. My visibility is reduced heavily. All I can make out are fuzzy grey images, with no clear silhouettes. Like the static lines disrupting the television’s display on a stormy day. The sound of my trainers treading gingerly over the sedimentation beneath is emphatically amplified, sending waves of echoes bouncing off the walls. A sound so disconcerting, it makes seconds last longer than they really are. As if you could put each second on an elastic string, and stretch it out as much you like. I have to keep as silent as possible, I cannot afford to awake Him.

I place each foot in front of another methodically, inching my way deeper in stoicism, whilst constantly maintaining contact with the wall using my left hand. The wall is coarse and uneven, causing abrasions on my palm just after a few minutes of prodding. The air is stale, losing its life to the residential hollowness. It is also getting darker. Light does not manage to find its way in here; perhaps even it is scared of the dwelling inhabitant. I squint, a natural mechanism, of course it doesn’t improve my vision. Only my sense of sound and touch is of value me to me now. I am in a compromised situation, I have to keep my hand on the wall at all costs to avoid getting lost. Wait a minute… The texture of the wall has changed dramatically, it no longer feels like the rough cavern wall.

I feel the blood flowing through my cardiac arteries coagulate, my heart stops beating for a moment, and starts palpitating with tremendous vigour, like an inflated balloon about to burst. My mind draws a blank and before I can remember, I am bursting in the opposite direction.



Words don’t flow out loosely

Doesn’t mean I have none

Not apprehension, not fear

I rather not, simply

Oh the delight in writing

Not so spoken words

I tire as I speak

Every uttered syllable

Every premeditated sound

Consumes me ravenously