Poems from isla-ayn
My skin,
my bones
are crumbling.
My remains
are
becoming dust.
And from my
decomposing
self,
I hope that
your flowers
will grow,
...
There were lights, and music, and drinks,
and people were swaying and laughing.
I'm sure it was late and
the drinks made your insides...
Sometimes thoughts fall in my mind and knock me off my feet and I'm afraid that one day I will not be able to lay bricks around my legs...
My skin burns where your hands once were like acid on light flesh.
I've taken four showers today to try to wash away the pain but your...
And outside, life Is cold.
The trees are as bare as my bones are hollow,
and through the chains over my window
I can see the world outside...