poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Dark velvet dress,Jet black like that of a summer night,Skin, as gold as egypts desert,Rich in fragrance,A lady draped in her essence,Jewels adorning her silk skin,She, with olives as eyes,Deep and radiating,A rose for lips, red and in contours,Feet braced in bells,Grounding her with the earths energy,Mind not present, on loan by the spirits,Soul of a […]
I dig deep into the earth,preparing coffins for my unborn children,skeletons that I seem to put to bed,but instead I find my own bones,unfit for my skin in my hands,this vessel of mine struggling in its capacity to contain,so I weep,in hope this ocean of grief would stop,yet the lamenting continues,and I begin pillaging my […]