Octavos

What the world knowsas my soundsare babble of your loveI your grandmother’s conch I am oceanhushness in waitfor your breaths

The sky doesn’t mark the boundary.Neither does your skin. Photo by Abdullah Ghatasheh from Pexels

One day they will find my cottage empty:Fire burning, clock still ticking,bags unpacked upstairs, clothes neatly folded.Phone abandoned on its

you were floating on your back between the stars, taking them in as waves lapped your body and your naked

for Rukayat You are the thunder jazz reggae beatsIn my soul ever breaking clouds, And you have become the reconnection

Girl Thrown into a Pit Throttles Venomous Snakes with Her Bare Hands Girl Escapes Her Own Witch Burning Girl Hisses

it doesn’t take muchto make yourself disappear through a magic door. the real trick is to stay: we still need

let me be saltlet me sift through your fingers let me look back —

I am herein love it is new,but not unfamiliar it is like swallowing a garden,licking the petals from my lips;

I am a forest.You can see the warningsWritten on my bones.But I want to be lovedLike I love, dark and