Frequencies

We would lie down And listen to the radio Play songs we only heard about From our parents On all of their anniversaries . We were breathing antiques When everyone on Our timelines was caught up in making Existentialism Their favourite trend To follow . I always urged you To take me out somewhere Away, […]

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An insecure woman

The flower vase on the bookshelf Mocks me For I, am an insecure woman Someone else, always Prettier Fuller Warmer My laughter is a thick tone Of hesitance wrapped in hope My pens run dry as I read A poem from a woman About her favourite cemetery A poem from a man About his compulsive […]

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Sylvia Plath

It didn’t take me long To resonate with every time You cursed mirrors And called candles liars For telling you you’re more beautiful Than you felt you were . There are days I wake up Looking for a nail cutter That I can use To cut my fingers off So that I will run out […]

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Shadows

You gleamed in shadows Blacker than the completing stroke of twilight Still not as naked as our souls That burnt stronger than Earth fire . I felt like I was choking Barbed wires, all my breaths You stood with a leaf At the last stage of autumn Telling me to not die . The night […]

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Secrets

You have known the only way To stomach secrets Is by watching others Choke on theirs . Fingers, hotter than embers You reach out always With splinters for nails All set to engrave Questions on your lover’s skin . You have teeth Sharper than the last sentence My dying grandfather Left incomplete All set to […]

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Wrist watches (Letting You Go)

  I hadn’t tasted safety Warmer than your grip before But the minute your mouth Stopped moving against mine I knew power over time Cannot be established; Only manipulated, for a while . I made sure We wore the same wristwatches Everyday Hoping it wouldn’t take More than the needles Hitting the numbers together For […]

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Home

For home is still home With cultured curtains And bricks of beliefs As I lie in my bed, the door locked The opinions clog my head Like the blocks Of jenga, all over my thoughts An opinionated burden No more in the structure They moulded me in Eyes edgy with interrogations Neck swirling in doubts […]

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7 Mouths

Not even seven mouths Were enough to make him believe His demons were Only his, to keep The curve of my neck The graveyard where Each night, his sins He’d clumsily bury Then each morning he’d cringe At the sunlit sight Of the kinship between My skin and his teeth .  

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