Photo Credit: Lydya Nada on Unsplash He fumed and shoutedSmoking hate wisped off his tongueSpewing words I may not repeatAs they are lies I can never own He gave me the finger He wanted to unmake meDeny me my humanityAnd as though my heart a spongeSoak it in his hateAnd crowd out room for loveOf … Continue reading Sorry hate, your target is not vulnerable
Confined, we grew closer; a quarantine chroniclePhoto by Brett Jordan on UnsplashStaring,Yesterdays blend into ‘morrowsUncertain, in the shadowsHe was forty, I was nineWe both filled our teacupsWith chocolates, and wineVacant,Dinner table, and memoriesWish for vibrancy, drowned in caloriesHe was forty, I was nineWe cranked up the musicA jig, to dreams enshrinedVideo games,Controlled, in controlOf the moment, … Continue reading He was forty, I was nine
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