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
Do you wanna know how much my heart weighs Di-sect me open , while counting how many scars life has tattooed on me Do you wanna know how many litres of tears have cascaded down these eyes How I hug myself at night, in the dark When all is silent
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
Shut eyes bless me with green grass and never ending skies Universes I can bend and paint till the contention of my heart Until daylight creeps up and pops the bubbles I blew in the night With a thud, reality creeps in It’s vines like a beanstalk squeeze and crawl