poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
we know of you,through the smell of death,through the ache that positioned itself into our lives,to the way it clicked into place,Like a joint,Manouevering into all layers of living,you were the bomb,that took out whole rooms from houses,entire walls were removed,homes were shaken,we smiled at the gateway of grief,it came down on us like heavy […]