still he scatters in my mind,
like ants littering pavements on hot summers day,
sometimes flying, sometimes small, insignificant,
other days overbearing and then a hill forms,
and I am overthrown by the consistency of such an Insect.
Ants are small though, Ameera,
Yet, you never had it in you to kill them.
DECAPITATION love has decapitated me over and overand rebuilt me,to be the Sun that glows,more brightly than any other Star,
and god knows how the pink parts of me, the parts that make up my skin. The epithelial layer of
In everytime Lifetime,you will Find meyou said to me, the last time, so I will wait,whilst I turn myself into