poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
transcendent,complacent,a race against time,these captured molecules, capsules of time,days? weeks? will I wait? wake?the awakening of death,muted at the mouth, tears,she just lays there, eyes closed,I am losing the closest thing to my being,to my simmering blood,it will be all over after this,the creation of Ameera,of Malanghi,she will begin all over, from the mud that […]