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She told me I’d find who I was inside When mountains were climbed When mountains were climbed Yearning fills my empty chest Its passion moves me from what’s right To what- I left behind, I inhale a sweet breath Gladioli surf the waves of my aching arms Dragging me gradually afar From the roots ofContinue reading “When Mountains Are Climbed”

The brittle caramel That buries my jaw In Self-pity

That is stooped on pious knees at the Precipice of a waterfall His hands reach—– Reach towards an un- Broken MeMOrY Sculpted on a tragedy That was the product Of imagination

That runs like a river I am silt caught in an inclement and Endless stream Glimmering hues and silver scales Flutter beneath me in a distorted haze of Color they Fly in the open wilderness Navigating the terrain that is their Home Flashes of coral reef Catch my wandering eyes An ancient city constructed BeneathContinue reading “What is this society…?”

A crowd gathers As my tongue dances on the silver platter Blessed with be- Headed ignorance I lick the sweet maple of Blissful awareness, From the gilded head of Apasmara Shiva choreographs a graceful routine that, Demolishes the basis of my, Existence And I am sent reeling, Into the unfeeling pits of my soul, ForContinue reading “Ambrosia of Innocence”

Drips from my scaly tongue sings the stories left unung A blank canvas skewed by The strokes of the brush

My body is seized by Paroxysms of reckless Fire Ignited by a parasite that Feeds off the helplessness in The palm of my melting Hands My caramel skin Slips to the floor like Honey Bitter on my tongue Words ramble from an irresistible Cacoethes An insatiable urge As I grasp at straws for a senseContinue reading “Indignation…”

i’ve begun to realize. that being in love with your reflection. is a common misconception. some search for gold to complete their whole- ness. their soul’s own goodness. yet the pieces of them lay strewn about like thorns stinging the soles of their bare feet. self-love is a vicious venom slowly vacating the very venalContinue reading “The Ghost in the Mirror”

The first time I heard her Name from your lips, Poison rendered me, Speechless My tongue stung with the taste of blood, Wrung out and ragged, By rusty chains The second time I saw you, Meet my eyes My heart fluttered and twirled in, Clandestine disguise It danced in festivity to the shackles draw aroundContinue reading “Something More”