poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Is this it? Is this where I end? How can it be like this? How can this be it? My days never dry of Grey and Green, Always haunted by the emptiness in the white, All this, stuff, to now fill, All this sadness that lives in my body, suffering has taken hostage in […]
I have screaming women calling from my Womb, Thrashing against my Ovaries, I am silenced, shut down, Whilst they throw a parade inside of Me, The core of Me, Sliced, cut Up, Endometrium shedding Bleeding, I am. Engorged from Pain, They are moving through Me, Carrying their Stories in semen, Singing their sadness into my […]
Stuck in a Hamster Wheel,Occasionally I get Off,Look at the Wheel and stab it.Everything pauses,I breathe,See the Chaos,Find a Solution. But in my Life,This doesn’t Stop.In my Life,Everything is a Cycle of Suffering,I keep finding myself in the same day, I can’t seem to save myself,Even if I want to.Even when I try What am […]