the ugly writers

Morning Routines in Hell

Not even five minutes in, my sweat started dripping. People started fanning themselves. Some even have portable electric fans to save the day. No one is fresh-looking. No one looks like they got out of the shower at 7 in the morning. Not a living soul.
the ugly writers

Lonely Claim

I am your time that is up Your story that’s come to an end Your regrets and words unsaid. Your what ifs and maybes. Your whys and cries. Your hows and tries. Your breaking point and last stand. Your surrender and longest slumber.
the ugly writers

Casa la Cuenta

Mama, paano na ako? tila bulag sa aking buong pagkatao, Papa, hindi po, kailanman ako'y hindi nagloko, maawat man lang sa mga katagang nakaloloko, hindi lahat ng kamalian ay kabilang ako.