Glissade

She knew it was me who took our stepmom’s bottle of kayan mata and poisoned it.

The township is a place of unity. People rescue and aid each other for they’ve subscribed to the adage that a hand washes the other. One hand cannot properly wash itself. Urgent meetings and funeral attendances are occasions where this unity is witnessed. The residents know one another and one another’s affairs, unlike in the …

The language of love is cliched. The language of marriage, the institution of love, is also cliched.

I may say I tried the best I could to stifle an instinct But the quiet invitation of your transparent gown…

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