Ah! This is the measure Is this the cloak that I am to wear infinitely? It does not befit me No. Disgrace does not suit This frame that is in pursuit Of honour and pride shrouds hopefully. Ruin is not the cloth I want I rip through it joyfully. I tear through the gown shame … Continue reading RIP
Growing up, my brothers and I often fantasized about having our own rooms with beds and other fine things we saw children in movies with. I always imagined myself sleeping in a room where my panties would not find themselves in my brothers’ shoes or having to search for stuff on days on end- sometimes … Continue reading THE SOUP REPAIRER
How do I do this when you have your teeth on my wrist?
What do I do when you have bored holes under my cup
And all my efforts leaked to waste.
My cup never overflowing.
I know I shouldn’t celebrate
Another year riddled with seeming agony.
But my heart is filled glee
And nothing will make this flee.