poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
water gushing,the rain purges the sins left unsaid,the silent secrets hid under tip of tongue,roof of mouth a home for stress and ulcers,this is release,of tension,taught tight string pulling on veins and nerves,you can feel it strangling the night sky,the moon, a spectator,pressure beating on the cranium on heavy humid day,thick musty air, like honey,except […]