no i’ll just let you be he says

no i’ll just let you be he says the water that flows out of the faucet —clutching dazed cupped hands decanting from one hand to the other morphed into fists— i tried to hold you though i can’t or couldn’t hot cold which one were you? © 2016, Quiyet Brul



as i was writing our love story my emotions stuttered a construed tale and my sickened hand retched poison to blot the paper © 2016, Quiyet Brul

twenty-one days

He became the stars that shined in our eyes, the beating of our hearts and his hand touching mine, the breathing and sweating of our skin, tears and anger and betrayal and...


***AN EXCERPT*** It’s a huge word, innit? Obsession. A noun. A feeling. An addiction. An infatuation. January 21 Wednesday 9:54pm Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. I have been laying in my bed, staring at the clock hanged on my plain white wall. My eyes clapped twice as fast as the clock, arms clutched closer to …

I close my eyes

I close my eyes only for a moment and the next thing I know I see you in my dreams you’re holding me again I see the fireplace is finally being used and I notice the steam from the hot cocoa on the coffee table and for a moment I believe it's real then suddenly …