Poems from gakinnran1225
She touches me and pulls away
as if my skin is rotting flesh,
littered with whirring,
ravenous flies.
My skin, dark as the shroud
that...
\But his have been
KNever Been Kissed
I look into the mirror and try
To see my father.
I have the same lips as my father
Brittle,...
I began my writing assignment
Early in the night.
I faltered. My eyes start to flood.
I left my room. I left my house.
I was famished for...
When my father prays,
He kneels to the floors,
Bows his head to the cross,
Clasps his hands together
And presses the knuckles of his hands...
When I lay my head in my mother’s lap,
I think how I have never lost a loved one
Who has kept me up thinking about loss,
Or the strange...