Dripping with blood, weighed down by my filth You looked at my crimson robe and smiled Your body was broken, but your spirit called out to me “child..” Love so overwhelming Yet so reassuring It pours like an avalanche Yet kisses with feather-like affection Its sweetness kills my bile And forces my closed heart open… Continue reading From Prodigal
Month: November 2018
From Pink
Dear You, Did you see blood mix with my tears as I looked to you for mercy? Did you hear my mother’s screams as you snatched me from her arms? Did you hear me sing myself to sleep as your heavy blows rocked my little frame? Or did you pretend to not see the hopelessness… Continue reading From Pink