poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
They ask why? I ask why this hurts so much? I also say, How can I not? What is love, if not real?. If not Blueberry muffin Purple, and deep pink vulvas, If not the Majesty from the highest Supreme Courts of Love,. If not honest, raw, brutal in blood, Smeared over Lily petals, it’s […]
this Is,The Comeback.This is a Declaration of Love,As a Soldier of Warfare against the Soul, Who found Something Beautiful in FeelingLove,that even when all there was, was Hiding, Was the Dressing tables I would move in front of my Bedroom Door,So noone would come in,it was when Nights would not Move,and I would attend School,Knowing […]