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.



polished beads

adorn my heat again to seam through the veins of my heart and inside the steel of my toe.  i see pink clouds in her hair; she seeds  thunder...