nie - Hello Poetry

nie Jan 2016

it whispers; pour your worries
into the fire and nurture

there are secrets in the velvet
of burns on fingertips
you forgot, oh you forgot
how she stroked your hair back when

night sings sad songs, your breath
in tune with oblivion – this we are

never known, we are
never known, silent, like the dance of the flames.

#fire #oblivion #nievai

nie Dec 2015

heritage.

reminding me of where my blood sprung from. to eat cats' tongues. to eat tree bark, but not a tree's dry veins. peeled off - i am peeled off of the pavement where i melted in the coal mines' sun. a daughter of dry coughs and hidden colours, i swim like an owl through silence through streets. worn down.

to drink the shine of the bus' front lights broken at rain. to drink water from the tap in the kitchen. endless fountain of harsh joy. hard work.
heart blood.

#home #personal #heritage #nievai

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