Monthly Archives: March 2018
As the twins dance they cast their shadows in the sky obscuring the light of the sun The shadows try to come together in an embrace but the sun burns their limbs of mist pushing them away from one
I’m trapped in a rock Whenever I try moving pain assaults me Whenever I breathe I puff smoke of doubts curling around my eyes These doubts tell a story the story of my wound
I’m walking toward iced mountains where the soil is transparent, showing what happens underneath rocks are crystal like and the ice resembles glass there’s an entire world hidden from me that is now revealing itself to my eyes It’s
I’m standing, barefoot on soft grass watching the river flow the dancing shades and the neighbor moor I wonder what hides in its soil making it so red and brown when I am myself so green and bland The
Can you make out the huddled shapes in the mist they are a cloud of interwoven energy I can’t see their face, I can’t see how many souls are there And yet I know the nature of each of the
Unknowingly, I’ve drawn the landscape of womanhood one of the most sensitive part of the human body the gate to physical togetherness the place through which two become one There’s a secret kept by the shadow of the mountain
I wake up. Everything is quiet around me. I’m not used to such a quietness in the morning, I’m not used being alone in my own room. Plenty of light is already brightening the walls, making me eager to rise.