The Language of Words (#2)

People often talk about the ground slipping from under their feet, but have you ever felt it slipping right back?

Night Creatures

All the night Creatures crawled up to my desk ~ & I wondered… What Creature am I in their language? The one with the touch of Death or the God with untimely sunlight ~ as bright as a snowfall in the raging summers? They keep coming back, I don’t think they’ve a name for me.

Of Women & Moonlight

A land that pushes women to the stature of a Goddess Is also adept at pulling them down when necessary This reminds me of necessities that arise out of despai A colony of ants climb the hills that reek of sweet sanity Between my knees are bruises that never healed Between my palms are lines

D I V I D E

The gap between my teeth widens I’m six years of carelessness and a body clothed in flesh My flesh is skin and a human anatomy I’m yet to understand My flesh is carrot juice and French fries My flesh is a subtraction of the numerical, perhaps the only confusion in my life My flesh is

The Doomed Hero

Harmachis The name that spells doom Men bowing their heads low To a woman’s whims Forgetting the everlasting fruit Mother Isis promises Upon the cursed tongues Her name appears in times of Despair Harmachis The name that speaks of hell And a deathless punishment From the curves of she, who Neither grieves nor loves, Harmachis