You don't say that we are dying if we are standing amid a war. You say that we are living. through our hands in the debris, our walls falling, and roofs shattering. Our bodies are bleeding from the bones. You don't say we are breaking. You say we are making. An alphabet a time. you … Continue reading In war, the love shields
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Boredom
It falls upon a clock. A patchwork quilt cover between my fingers. Boredom as you call it, numbness as I perceive it. We both dwell on the extremes of our behaviour as poppy seeds sow sadness. Walk. Go out. It crawls upon my spine, breaking my ribcage apart. I watch a dissected heart running on … Continue reading Boredom
The Poetic Elixir 
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