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Writer's pictureThe Communicator

To the Ill-fated Souls: Part II

Someone's Whispering Loudly, Can you Hear It?

She saw someone in a dreamy, white dress

Drenched in blood she feels so helpless

Buried her body underneath the wounds of hurt

“Spare me, please!”, she screamed ‘til her blood splurt.


Loud and disturbing, the voices kept lurking inside

my head, incessantly telling me to commit

horrifying things.


No matter how hard I screamed, they never stopped;

they don’t seem to cease anytime soon, and it scares

me to think that I’ll never be able to stop myself too.

By Judy Ann Celetaria


Naghabulan kami ng aking kalaro sa palibot ng

sementeryo ngunit nang hapui’y huminto.

“Ito ang bahay ko,” turo sa puntod nito.

By Marian Luisa Palo


"Tara, laro tayo!"


Matapos kong ngitian at tanguan si Algen bilang

pagsang-ayon, narinig ko ang mama kong

magtanong kung sinong nginingitian ko.

By Jamaica Elcano


Ang sabi sa'kin ng matanda kanina, basta tumakbo

lang daw ako nang mabilis, maliligtas ko ang

pamilya ko. Pero nang makarating ako sa kanila,

nakita kong unti-unti silang sinusunog ng taong

niyayakap nila—ako—na nang-aasar na nakangiti

pabalik sa'kin.

By Cristy Anne San Pedro






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