Five day, five hours
Five days, five hours,three hundred minutes,one thousand eight hundred seconds…the tick-tock of the clock evaporates timeas blood pulses through my […]
Poems
My confession
I’m lying in my bed, darkness all aroundthe glass window is openedand I listen to the rainwhile it falls musicallyand
Infinite loop
The eyes,they watch, and watch,they watch until they are handsgrabbing what is not theirs,what was forced, and lied,bullied under false
Boundaries just bring freedom
Up and down,inside and out,wrapped and wrapped. The pressure, the tightness,the beauty of the knots,shaping the body,newfound roundnessfrom the tension
I trust pain
Every day, we blindly trust in a lot of things. We trust that the force of gravity will keep our
