poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
love is a mosaic,a mosaic full of intricate edges,edges which can cut deep into fragility,or mould you into a sorcerer, love is a magician,a trance between two irises,a whole galaxy transforming inside you,who you thought you were is a lie,and what you will become will manifest, love is a liar,spits at you in the face,by […]
body aches on cold winter day,as if all the life has been struck out of her,muscles, tendons, joints, head all hurt,its as if her ribcage was rung out with poison,skeleton cannot carry weight of body,the soul withers in and out skeleton,like candle light flickering,back buckled over, like crows bowing when orchestrating funerals,soul struggles to stay […]