I’ve tangled myself into words for years I used to not fold the pages of my books I’d keep them neat, untouched and perfectly pressed But I grew in a world where my corners were folded My body was marked and my soul was wearing So now when I hold a piece of a story…
Month: December 2022
Old letter
All jokes Lines messy, scribbled on a small paper, The words coming together making a paper crane flying in range of a heart in the midst of a war. The last note sounds like an old record, The one we danced to with laughter Transmuting the dust we let build on the fireplaces fold Every…
uninspired
I pulled out a poetry book, One with flowers on the cover, I hoped for inspiration, My thirst unquenchable, Your shadows not even present, And still nothing came, So I tried to concede to the writer.