rmssmr (Pakistan) published:
And then dawn brings the bitter morning light and I shrink
The edge of my bed is the threshold between my demons and I
White vinegar breath curdles the air in front of me
Or maybe it is simply the cloud of a sleepless night.
I demand my hours back while the moon smiles down on me
I am her daughter and every twelfth ebony stroke she births me anew
I reclaim every sour second you take from me ...
18 days ago