Bitter patter
Loss forms a sequence Stroboscopic memories splattered in a white room For me to decipher and mourn a future Where the laughs, the tears and intricacies of a thousand intimacies
By Vili6 months ago in Poets
It's a frequency in the body A constant murmured cry A stronger feeling of pride and love That survives the rain For you are a blessing, with, and without me
By Vili7 months ago in Poets
I repent not For the crimes against my flesh I repent not For the heartbreaks started afresh For the exhilaration found in torture
By Vili9 months ago in Poets
Decibels ringing left and right Night's static in my head feels like a threat But the trap is the pause that I grab Notice that twitch in my pulse
