Firnita

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Maybe one day,
we will sink into the couch
dive into exchanged breaths
swim under each other’s skin
we will find hearts beating,
as it sends waves of cure
for the fractured souls

The couch will sail us to dreams
adventures we never imagined

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I make U-turn when I see you. You are wearing a yellow t-shirt in the middle of a boring crowd. I can see that bright color catching my attention. I can see a bright person catching my attention, again. I’m not sure of what to say after years of just seeing each other through Instagram stories. Sometimes we share about what we eat, and what we like to eat. Somehow we learn that we have more similarities than differences. We are no longer the primary school kids who mutually dislike each other presence. I sense growth through the DMs — both me and you. I’m still smitten with our online interactions, I don’t want to make it real by saying “hi” without the help of emoji.

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Shorter Stories (2021)

They were minors, but they were major. She poured imaginary tea into the teal plastic cup in front of him. He pretended to drink the tea every afternoon. They spoke highly about their morning adventures. She loved to play monkey bars and he enjoyed climbing the trees. She had a peaceful break in the library and he had an amusing time on the field. They can’t wait to see each other after school and sat at the same table set every afternoon. She poured the tasteless tea into the teal plastic cup in front of him. Once again, he pretended to drink it. They talked until the sky was no longer bright. Every time spent enlightened both. They were little, but they were already grand.

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I thought I was sleeping on my bed
heard voices I thought were mine

My eyes met other pairs
imitating mine
they stared
like I’m a friend
or a foe, I don’t know
who they are but we’re alike
So similar, they felt like echoes

My words mimic others
or the other way around
I don’t know what’s original
twinning beliefs
mirroring minds
cloning ideals
I don’t know who’s authentic
So similar, they felt like echoes

I’m haunted by my own kind
I want to get up
I need to get out

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Firnita

Firnita

a content copywriter who’s also a mother of two books. say hi through my instagram: @firnnita