Friday, 3 January 2025

when the dust still settled

we were breaking walls with
eloping tears. filled with elephant skins,
just around the eyes.
the way he described me;
brought my bones backwards 
and the shattered are now,
purposefully stacked.
it no longer is me, you see.
i am the
lowercase i in
omniscience.

invisible lined protection

after, life. there was a pause and we ended our grass-grown eyebrows and curled up against our dreaming eyes. this is where i leave you, and...