I am the storm:
who dreams,
of hugging trees.

I am the song:
who aspires,
for passionate listeners.

I am the rain:
who hates,
black umbrellas.

I am fear:
who shivers,
for the warm shores.

I am the poetess:
who writes,
to feel the shiny pain.

The flame

Silently
As a peaceful foetus
I bite my umbilical pain
Drain my blood
Sustain half life
Vs
Odour of my corpus

Shake me love
Exhale the ghosts
From my blue chest
Implant your nails
Into the flesh
Inflame those
exposed nerves
Perhaps
this pain
Resurrects me

Sally S. Ali