on dying a south african woman
Tag: Poem
teetering
of reluctant lingering in the place of hollow bodies
still.dark.hollow
“home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease”- naguib mahfouz
scour
on love and sex
indefatigable
of memory and existentialism
the strangers
choosing light
the block
i have written myself out of darkness, never did i imagine that fog would freeze my pen
faith
faith and the leap
the screeching
of visceral pain
cruel, relentless, omnipresent
the descent