poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
sweet haven of mine,warm milk with honey,the chest a place of warmth,after destruction there seems to be a place of silence,after silence and space and the comemeration of what has died,there is birth,pears and grapes form a salad in my mouth,dripping in its natural glaze,I wonder why aggression and hurt can feel so overbearing,in that […]
rain reminds us to wash away the bad,so showering has become a ritual,a purging of body that washes down the drain,the efferevescent colouring of my skin,dimmed because winter turned the light off,not only in the sky, but my eyes have become darker,my insides have turned off for hibernation,but the city around me forces me to […]