poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Oh Ama,Words cannot be morphed into my mouth,to bring metaphors to paper,in effort to reignite your memory,Over a grave I have yet to cry on,I crave your voice everyday,When the day lays still,and the clouds have seperated from the blue,Adjacent to the deep black of the night,I wonder what you see from your throne, I […]
I thrive in my divinitymy mouth chafed in soverigntythis archetypal montrosity,with jinns for players,and women as their weapons, I watch the mouths of women curl up at the sight of me,their whole bodies become abrupt and hystericaljust from the mere thought,Ghouls with bad souls,who had their dreams beaten out of their skulls,were sold lies about their […]