poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
this yellow, red, flowers of amberburnstrickles over as if pollen,staining the skin and any object it touches, like a vampire,leaving its teeth in skin,leaving the blood to leak from the
and I Awaken,In Her Spirit that has not Forgotten Me,her people remember me,the waters continue to feed me,Clean me Out as if I’m their daughter,I am their Daughter,Daughter of Father
Love,and its Pains,Its Sting mightier than the Others,The Bee,and how it Punctures deep,Leaves its Pinchers in Flesh,Leaves me Bloodied,Black, Yellow, Maroon,Different stages in the Bruising of the Heart,Different marks left
heart pained in every corner of itself,this soft, tender, piece of myself,that aches,that keeps shedding up its self to purify,to sanctify the waters,these lagoons of sweet water, cleaning me of
Here it is again,This Crushing GriefThat has me Disabled,That leaves me Hanging like a Dead Body, Hanging,here I am Again.Upside Down,A Hang Man, Cut Up, in between Home and Land,that does
The Sanctity of Connection,Of Purity, in the Honour,Of Amor, God, the Gods,The sweet Golden Rod and taste of Rosemary, our Best Selves,Our Characters, our Principles, Our Acting out of Said
Sex. Flesh. And Soft Peaches. Sticky honey, in the corner of a room, Stuffy and Humid, yet. A strong Hunger A Hunger on Tongue and on the Eyes, A Wild
Dearest Tezcatlipoca;you have my Taken my Heart, Taken would maybe imply a Bad Thing,Without Permission or Legal Right;Without intending to return it.A HeartTaken against Will, But No, This, This Is
and whilst these tears run,forming lagoons across my body,these bodies of Turquoise and Yellow, these shades of heavenly pain,where fishes swim across chest and liver,forming shoals, schools,whole temple sites,Whilst I
and what do you want from me God?What do you want from Me? I end up back on the same Cycle,Washing up this Hurt,Wondering why you even Gave me a