Poems from Apop Tosis
Clumsy moves on tippy toes
spinning on those itchy carpet floors
vibrant colors and familiar smells
he takes it all he takes some more......
Mortal
the word which strikes fear in our bravest
and shakes even the most reasonable minds...
giving birth to ardency in apostasy
but...
go quietly away
drift like the dust and the rubble
through the wind and the rain
let it rust and be settle
walk not through the fire
for it...
I feel her chest expand
and I know she is alive
we are chained together
this amputee and I
twigs break like bones beneath
I carry her along...
This poisonous fog is evocative
I long for catharsis
resolution to this narrative
a task which stands arduous...
this nefarious corner of...