Curiosity scrapes my heels,
inflaming patience...
She skips around light posts,
clutching at her rebellious skirt and...
If only time would run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction...
For centuries
they've trapped you...
When the coldness
that comes along with emptiness...
Tonight I sleep -
brushed by the warmth of...
It's the season closest
if anything...
Allow me to re-state:
Perhaps fate is a calculated fable...
My deepest thoughts,
unveiled the suffering...
Four women in a school thick with children
chat over their ripening stomachs about...
My word is not reaching to you
It's getting feeble by your laughter & cheers...
They questioned my sanity
for I feared not...