markings of her soul.

unmade beds. I love unmade beds the stories they could tell of restless nights tossing and turning in the quietest hours of wild dreams in strange places and breathtaking nightmares in the heat of the moment of evocative passions intertwined bodies of innocent cuddling late night binge-watching in pleasant company I have a great love for the creases in the sheets. #poetry #poem #femalepoets #unmadebed #loveyou #bedsheets (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpgxS5VDE0c/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

impressions. #poetry #poem #femalepoet #lonely #soul #my (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpT2LdMDHKn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

prints of a dream. #poetry #poems #femalepoet #dream #touch #memory #prints (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpRUnpqjzoH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

breathe carefully. you have the ability to spit fire. burn down everything around. you might not be phased by the flames. but be careful not to inhale the smoke. #poetry #poems #femalepoet #fire #smoke #you (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpEhd-Ujod6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

enshrined in mystery. my mystery is overwhelmingly attractive, an essence of captivation. until it becomes all I am and will ever be, a question mark. with mystery I embody a puzzle wrapped in an enigma. my mystery has exhaustively stained my continuous existence. forever unknown, I am enshrined in mystery but don’t want to be. #poetry #femalepoet #mysterious #mystery #poems (at Bronx N.Y.C) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoLfFFLpn2g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

my voice is but a whisper. I thought I was screaming at the top of my lungs but my voice was barely a whisper you never turned around and I walked away, still wondering if you heard what it was that I whispered but you kept walking, as did I neither of us glancing back maybe I should’ve screamed it out told you along with the rest of the world yet the ‘I love you’ that I held in my voice was only that of a whisper. #poetry #poems #femalepoet #whisper #iloveyou (at Bronx New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoAzBjWJ_zU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

easily forgotten. the wind blows and I go with it my being broken down into particles I am scattered all around concealed from the universe I vanish from existence and no one notices. #poetry #poems #poem #existence #broken #femalepoet (at Bronx New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn-SfP9pv7O/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

haunting hours. when I close my eyes I dive into a deep blue sea of dreams as I go deeper they get colder creating nightmares that choke the air out of me having to drag myself out of nightmares only to find myself awake, and still fighting to breathe. #poetry #poems #nightmares #breathe #sea (at Bronx New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn8iiywMBY5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

absence of you. #poetry #poem #sad #handwritten #poetic (at Bronx New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn1rmtqu2kk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

call me yours. #poetry #poem #feels #feelings #handwritten (at Bronx New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn0e7QiDKn-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=