words that pound…


katusiime jeresi

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

This Man

I am a mother
Not a well of IQ
That everybody who squirms
In my amniotic fluid

endure her scorching and burning in the noon time
welcome her descent in the evening

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