poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
I write symphonies on war crimes that I have survived I let a knife strike straight down me, Allowing a portal to open, A portal to my inner body, Submerged in a split second of time I am thrown into the air Body laying wide open All that I was tortured with, in bloodshot red […]
White marbled floors lay glazed on the floor of the sinners Hearts lay pitted with black rocks, Rooted so deep into chests Like winding weeds suffocating the throat cavity Yet managing to spit out black ash Black smoke spits out like chimneys Only soot covers the white marble floor Carved in ancient like ruins Witchcraft […]