poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
lotus flower laces my skin,the white of it hugging my body,its softness like the birth of spring,how it pushes out the pink out of the trees,blossoms covering street floors,even the dirtiest become holy,lotus flower sits and observes the eyes that watch it,see’s its truth,dragon fly comes perches at the centre,flies around making pilgrimage,in effort to […]
womb cries into a lullaby,no WOman to hold,nor woMAN to stand by her side,instead she weeps into her sleep,Wings which form an armour around her,neither father or mother present to pray over her,so instead she feeds the womb comfort,food which poisons and rots the insides,no teas to warm her up, and tone down inflammation,instead her […]