Authenticity
Written by Jacob Ibrag Pour it onto me. It’s alright, I’ll take what you’ve been rejecting. Potential, you can’t seeContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Pour it onto me. It’s alright, I’ll take what you’ve been rejecting. Potential, you can’t seeContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Jitters down my spine. There’s a smudge of green paint on the wall. She left aContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Lazy days in my mundane ideal of a perfect get away. I got away. Hazily estrangedContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Light flickers. The last petal of a rose breaks off and paints the counter top red.Continue Reading





