This is a terrible romantic
and sadomasochistic narrative.

The artist's mind is clothed in fabrics.
Fashion is his vocabulary.

Grim-tales are often told with foreboding,
exacted further through sharp, perceiving lenses.

Collections of sharp silhouettes speak of
a masterful and sensitive touch.

A turbulence of emotions exploded in
delicate and mesmerising theatricals.

Taking delight in challenging popular notions,
Alexander left audience continually in a
lingering aftertaste of shock mixed with wonder.

10 am
Her mom takes her
First cut
pictures
zip-lock
Next day she comes
long hair
straighten it up
Bell sounds
headphones on
red hair
matches her blush
Comes again to change her look
caramel
or kind of blond
short hair
up-do
Other morning she arrives
some tips to hide the white
Looks ten years younger
goes please to her house
Appointment at 10 am
She's supposed to be here already
Oh wait! There she is!
Hat
glasses
pearls on
Just passed by the salon!
Maybe to buy a coffee
or maybe the path she forgot

you could stab me in the heart,
making me bleed,
and I would still be apologizing for bleeding,
on your white t-shirt.

(e.k.j.)

"Her eyes want to see beyond the sky,

Her dreams want to fly, so high, so high.

Words are gushing out from her mouth,

To the world she wants to shout.

When this heart for the first time had beat in this world,

In her mother's arm, she was curled.

Since then writing is her passion,

To express every feeling through writing, is her fashion."

                                                                                                     - Jahanvi Goyal