I lived the moment I died.I journeyed the moment I slept.I knew places my legs touched not.I drank the dew of the moons,I got lost in the open,And I fed from tables’ remnants I used to be revered by million smilesTo be held by pristine solaceTo be called honey.I used to be…Nothing more than thisContinue reading “IF TEARS COULD ONLY SPEAK”
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THE SCAR THAT NEVER LEFT
THE SCAR THAT NEVER LEFT These scars are the memoriesof pain that linger inside of me.They remind me of the incisions between my thighs,and how I lost my pride,to the face I never knew. If death were to bear inscriptions,mine’d bear my brother’s writings.That death houses itself in my father’s house,and with its familiar cologne,Continue reading “THE SCAR THAT NEVER LEFT”
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