words that pound…



there are rumours swirling in the air


I coil up In a millipede instinct when touched

is brutal truths served raw
burning embers that sear the soul

Lunch brings a breath
Of stinking air
Solitude is a luxury
(Even on the table next to the garbage)
here on your polluted

Like a babe.

via Like a babe.

I refuse to be a number
I refuse to be a shadow
I refuse to be an hour long pleasure.

Blank Pages

We are sent as blank pages
I refuse to fill mine
with hate.

Like a babe.

You can wear loss
like a jewel
let it glimmer
in your eyes
till they water up.

from its dust
my ancestors rose
From its form
my breast is mounded.
I love this land

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