Thursday, 7 November 2024

solitude flame

because from the ashes

you will hear me 

breathing one, single,

life. even the colors they made

divide and conquer

to

rule the white

rule the black

face the wall so

we can blindfold your

blood. 


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...