Poems from iameva
I molded her
Shaped her
Watched her take form in my hands
Heat waves pressing
Pulsating
Melted away harsh bits of her face
Soft
Pliable...
I write because I bare stories within me
Stories of toil, shame
Of roots and rain
Of broken parts
That paved the way to this present day...
The room was light Misty and still As if to foreshadow the sunrise I reached the dining table To find it adorned By a half empty jar with...