shadow

Even my own shadow left me at my darkest time © 2016, Quiyet Brul

stalk

It does not live in me; it is the color that never left me and the color I see when I close my eyes. © 2016, Quiyet Brul

inhale

when did breathing become a difficult chore? © 2017, Quiyet Brul

into the light

They clamorously shout, “Do not go into the light!” But I am foolishly attracted the way Moths make love to Fire © 2016, Quiyet Brul

00:00

Never ever try writing a poem past midnight; you will drown with million thoughts. © 2016, Quiyet Brul

firefly

I light up for others’ naive entertainment–– a firework that screams to the moon, dancing, erratically glinting while my last sparks fall back to earth © 2016, Quiyet Brul

how to kill yourself without hurting anyone

A tutorial.