Upon realizing women were born to burn A woman’s body is a mote an ash, to cure amnesia when memory dies forgive me for unburying pasts but there are ashes sitting on father’s knuckles where mother burnt we saw flames and begun to run we were born with
The Devil She Knows As bitterness spews from the cracks of a broken heart Her other half seemingly refining subjecting her to misery to a fine art She dreads the future and regrets an equally bleak past Her vows come back to taunt her as she gets ready to give
THE HUNGER… Days passes by, Weeks flows, nights unfolds.. Yet she’s still lamenting! Holding a grumbling stomach, but food on the table! This hunger is draining her till she could cry no more. Mouth opens, salivating! Yet denied to manducate but food on the table! Moment she thought she hit
When you walked away You took all my colour with you And left my heart stone cold grey I have since forgotten how sunny yellow used to be Or how cute cerise used to paint my life with joy The blue never ending skies And happy laughs As we lay
Pushed me out the nest Fearing the unknown Mistook your actions In hindsight, you did what had to be done I grew a backbone Woman! I am because you are.
As the air you exhale murmur to my skin Tell me stories that you paint at night Conquer territory and trace boundaries Whip some cream and spread it over my spine Tantalise your tongue with the taste of my epidermis Magnetism holding us together Bringing us close In this moment
Happy Spring Day! It’s kind of surreal, can you believe we are 9 months into 2018. The year is gone. I feel I haven’t been able to accomplish as much as I would like to. So here is a list of things (blogging traditions I was trying to make since