it was literally a thousand days ago
when i last wrote something like this
and now i am back on track
of the world i used to live in

b.a (2016)

sometimes when i'm asleep i hear whispers.

ghosts of all the men i let decimate my sanctuary

thinking they came to worship.

the men who came with flowers,

fragrances and exquisite offerings

who left with my sobriety.

many pieces of me are

somewhere in the world

being given as bounty to other women

expecting to be loved as i did.

Is this love or admiration?
I just want to have you without contemplation.

I didn’t mean to photobomb!
I just got dropped into the frame..
Thanks Mom!