poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Body is sickMind sicker, slaughteredShe uses all possible tools to pick herself up,The plastic bag that is her body is overflowing,Organs keep flying out, nerves out of place,Skewed, with all the severed ties,Mangoes and coconuts scattered across the floor,Hands trying to pick up the clutter,Tries to plaster up all that is cut in the wrong […]