kernel, reflections

though the fact that they were terrible did not mean that they were necessarily truthful

Month: November, 2016

they see my lips
red&voluptuous       thinking they’ve been made
to say yes       to kiss a child’s forehead
to please a man’s toy     my other words are forced
down my throat       they forget my fingers
write
truth

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your fragile figure
carrying        your beautiful face, awashed with grief
going up the staircase
of a   dark       empty house
that is a home        no more
follows me       as i walk
through life
hoping        someday          you’ll come back
to us