Birthmarks

Words of long ago Burn to the God of War, And return as the King of Hell, To imprint scars, Shaped like birthmarks.   The newborn cries, Not from fresh air bursting its lungs, But from the birthmarks, Soaked in black.   “The scars of the past, Become the scars of the future,” Says the […]

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windy nights in kini

The wind crashes Like the waves of the ocean Onto my bedroom window The mosquito buzzes Into my ear I’m wide awake, suddenly I screw on my headlight tight So I can write Can I sleep? Will I sleep? Should I sleep? Or should I keep on scribbling non-sense Until I turn myself off Like […]

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