Hazrak

Upon the eastern front, a premature daylight slowly envelops the land. Its rays, tendrils-parasitic ivy embellishing the eastern scape. A lively, portside city full of constant hustle and bustle. Caige was the “city of opportunity”. Anyone who was anyone travelled to, lived in, or visited, hoping to make their dreams a reality. Among the heavily populated streets, a girl fought her way to the Saffron Avenue subway. Her jet black hair grazed the neck of her leather jacket, and her citrine eyes darted about the station. Boarding the train was never an easy task in this part of town, the walls tagged to the nines. Adia Balewa, an imm

Above the clouds, the rising sun flooded the cabin of a red eye plane to Caige. Many eyes settled on the view of the true Acropolis- a kingdom of morning clouds, billowing and bathed in dawn’s glow. Gentle- ethereal even- streaks of lilac, butter yellow, periwinkle, and the like, surrounded the plane like magic. From pale lips, a sigh rasped outward, half in sleep, half impatience. Cold bronze eyes drift from the window to the owner’s wrist, lackadaisically observing the time. Good, only 20 minutes before we land… Jae mused inwardly. Raising her left hand, she tentatively touched the tattoo below her eye. Her family, no̷

A line to set the world apart, To mark the end, to mark the start. We split in two the heart within, And bind them with the rope of sin. The matters at hand know only a name, To which we duck our heads in shame. Be it greed or pride, or lust perhaps, Residing in shadows, resolves collapse. And so my heart will wait a while, 'Til someone comes 'long with a smile. So if you think me sad or lonely, Just a smile, I need only