Our home

You shaped them Moulding my insecurities to your narrative You warped my expectations Reasonable expectations and they took another form. It was disguised as mending Fixing Building But the foundations you lay were sloppy. The communicative cement that binds each brick was laced in deceit and hidden truths. The bricks themselves were half hearted and

An unconventional goodbye letter.

As she wills a step forward  The heart is were you left it.   When turning around, she can see it there suspended… Waiting for you to  catch up. Logic refuses to pause   it stumbles ahead keeping her face turned afront, ahead, focused. The juxta heart imbedes its veins into its position. Carving pain and

More henna

Olympic petals

Clouds

Trip to the park

Beauty from cracks in concrete