poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
nothing succumbs,or comes close to words,that chafe neck and face,not to tongue or cheek,or punch could shatter the teeth now in mouththat cannot produce voice,quiteness now resonating,not still,this is not a stillness neither tranquility,my soul is suffering and the ache is fearsome,she is kept hostage in this body,not a steady state to be in,inferno in […]