poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
we tip toe around tongues,frightened at how sharp the mouth lies,what misunderstandings lay chiselled,gold not there to fix broken trinket throat,instead veins form maps under skin,pumping kisses and pauses,heart attack lays stuck in artery,when will the day be, when I too lose breath?how much more art will be created out this grief?leafs forming imprints over […]