Down the ticking clock Observed by many eyes Numerous bodies down the 12 stars Washed by the hours of…
A transformation from prose to a poem, just like from ignorance to realization My body doesn’t belong to me… It…
“What does it mean to be a woman? What does it mean to be a woman, when I don’t fit…
Grass. The smell of freshly mown grass came through her nostrils, filling her throat with a cold, scratching feeling that…
Amongst the freezing late night’s hour. Under the lantern’s sour light. I sensed a calm, tranquilling sight, that like a…
They called me mad. Proclaimed insane who’ve lost his head For untamed sweetness that’s in band Along with tender of…