A Grave Conversation
Do not come to my graveside,
weeping in whispers
afraid he will hear
I am with you child, in every breath
Adanneya, Adannaya
A Grave Conversation
Do not come to my graveside,
weeping in whispers
afraid he will hear
I am with you child, in every breath
Adanneya, Adannaya
Shattering the silence; For R.
#ThisIsNotAPoem
The glass case splintered
And I thought her heart
Would break apart
Into nothingness
From the clawing
Lugubrious loneliness
I was here, there
And I was afraid
Of the quaking raid
I did not show my fear
It was a lump of brick
Choking me
Like a forced prick
Just before my throat
Raping my mouth; Killing me