In the company of undiluted sadness She vomits verses upon verses Swathes emotion In amassed bundles of metaphor Chokes on truth Squeezes out the blood For the sake of creation And Perhaps a cure For the feeling
Silent screaming Traversing the precarious Corridors of her mind The ricochet of sound Awakening the repressed Opening the floodgates of The repugnant murk The face of her darkness She knows not its name Or how it found her.