poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Seems like the softness in her voice has gone,her hands now scaled in years,like tectonic plates pushing on each other,ruptures formed,now rippling through her voice,I hear her death,in her choking I hear what was taken,I find her struggling,at the lips she softens,asks me how I am,wants to hear more,again emptiness is spoken,as if they don’t […]