https://sparklingtruthteller.tumblr.com/ NumbersGo up each dayA bed emptiedA coffin buriedA second ago they smiled,Everything should've been alright.I cried, as the coffin business sadly strikes the millionaire recordAs the queue outside the mortuary is the same as the one outside the liquor storeThere is no comfort, or an answerAs to how we can survive these disastersThe blue … Continue reading Numbers / poem #Covid19
Sometimes words fail to compile me,Or maybe I've failed themWhen I need to weaponizeI forget not to criminalize I feel as though I've been sentenced my entire lifeIn the sufference of my tongue tiedMy mind couldn't gather thoughtsAs it produced more. Looking at incomplete art and incompetent heart,I feel unqualified as a sculpture.If I cant … Continue reading Writhing of the Writers Vol. 2
I saw her yesterday. She was staring at the mirror gripped in her firm hands. She was honest to what she saw, and she has seen those things again. The things that haunted her before and things she got over and done with. Her flaws. Her mistakes. Her ugliness. Her imperfect life which is a … Continue reading Silently, she died.