Time races forward at an excruciating slow rate. She clutches the now empty space. The numbness, it grows…it grows out of her body further than she’ll ever know. Staring at the floor she hesitates to pick up what’s shattered. See, what was most precious is what hardly mattered. So piece by broken piece she places it back in her chest. What once was beautiful is now wounded and a wreck.



About The Author

Bianca Alysse is a creatively driven Bronx-born writer and editor. Before becoming The Knockturnal‘s music editor she served as Latina‘s creative coordinator and was a contributor at Billboard. The Boricua scribe has a lengthy resume in the music industry and has penned for Universal Music Publishing Group, Epic Records, G.O.O.D. Music, Compound Entertainment, Artistry & Récords, and Arcade Creative Group. Her work has been seen on platforms like VIBE, mitú, TIDAL, Remezcla, and behind the scenes at New York Fashion Week. As an independent contractor, she has written for Sony Music Entertainment’s global business affairs department, Warner Music Group, and currently Roc Nation.

4 Responses

  1. Freddy K

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