A lioness roars ferociously
in my feline heart
She claws up my throat,
and tears open my mouth
Then jumps out,
and slinks across the plains
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
I grow out of the child-
a curious bud unfolding
its peculiar petals to become
a wistful bloom.
The child does not grow
out of me-
it stays there, planted
in the soil of my heart;
a reminiscent seed.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC