Saturday, 17 September 2022

begun

roaming through romance

the ways i season our

memories. with water down

my breaking bonds and jade

circle eyes- we are freedom

within our own sips of 

shadows. 

in between the beads

of forgetting the pattern;

i will crowd my thoughts just

to see that me,

drown to death.



blushing old bride

 came for the nearing heights to wait on the toe of our left cornered kiss; remember the suction of our peace? how often does it forget? I a...