Christian Ryan Ram Malli

Color Theory

Somewhere, there is an ocean. Inside that ocean is my father. Inside my father is another ocean. And inside it, thousands of yellow butterflies waft, dancing and swaying in new wind. All of them, dead and alive like truths. There …

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Two Shadows

The man was wearing a floral polo shirt. Meaning, he’s just like every college guy in Manila out for a quick fuck. Except, you were out for lunch, and for once you weren’t in the mood. The server asked if …

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Often, it’s April in my chest, a tremor caught just before I can say: fuck you for every little thing you couldn’t do, for the sound of jars losing their porcelain history on the floor, the air, charged with your …

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