What Could Layla Do?

A short story I’ve worked on to bring awareness to rape survivors and the importance in listening to them. This creative piece shows the double-standard in society and the effects that our actions can have on others. Warning: This content portrays rape, self-harm, and domestic abuse and may be triggering to some people.

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Autumnal Adventure

There was a time when I was studying in Japan that a group of my friends went on an excursion to Mitake Mountain. There were five of us though I was only really close to two of them. We all have those friends who we label as “friends” when, in actually, they’re just acquaintances.

The Autumnal excursion was ripe with beautiful overlooks, memorable experiences, and a gorgeous shrine that stood at the top of it all. This shrine was known for worship of animals where pet owners could purchase little protection charms for cats or dogs. Of course, I bought one for my own pooch and it dangles from my phone to this day. Every step I take is followed by a small chiming of the little bell ringing, reminding me of the day, the adventure, the friends, and the views.

A Tune

There will come a time,

When daisy’s dance

and blades of wind

Will cut through the sky,

Singing a tune

Only you can hear.

A New Year

A new day
A new year
The world is upon us
The possibilities endless.

We all lie in wait
With promises galore
And a sea of wishes
Upon our very tongues.

A cheerful symphony
Of laughter
Of cries
Of a
5
4
3
2
1

HAPPY
NEW
YEAR

And may this one be filled
With dancing stars
And smiling moons
And a sunrise to
Greet every beautiful day
And sorrowful storm
To bring upon a year
Of new beginnings.

The past now just that
A past of memories
And growth.
A year to never forget
As we bid it farewell.

Goodbye 2020
A year of
Riots,
Politics,
And a horseman run
Rampant.

Hello 2021
May you usher us into
Wisdom,
Health,
And understanding.

Rock Bottom

Falling down a rabbit hole

Watching from afar,

No way to intervene.

They tumble and they stumble,

I wish this wasn’t it

Rock bottom never seemed so scary

Until you watch another come

so close

Their eyes squeezed shut

The obsidian abyss

Encompassing

Mere light a fantasy

high above their head

Hope now shattered.

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