#dkfash

Bones The structure The imprint. The land that was slain Reborn into figures of man Daughters and sons Redefined Forgotten warriors whose feet rage wars within our hearts Expanding our drums stay lit Pulsing through our veins as we dance Babylons’ dance Our drums stay lit Honouring the songs our mothers sang Immortalising the blood which fell A million stories to tell The oceans sings: Bones bones bones Upon this western shore Our drums will stay lit

Am I less Am I less Am I less Am I less of a poet because I allow other bodies to translate my words across stages. I feel the tremors in my soul scream satisfied when unified bodies gleam in choral. I like it this way. It makes sense to me. It bathes me. Or am I just running as you say?

🍂Can I say something? Even if it peels every fibre in your reality off your skin bit by bit? Can I say something? Even if it lights you up into a million pieces and you become our new nights sky? Either or... Can I say something and mean it? Open up my deepest fears and swim, shallow. Can I say something? Even when it sparks you and burns me in the process? Can we say something? Anything... truthful.

I write because...

‪Problematic ‬ ‪Mindstate‬ ‪MineSTATE‬ ‪City of bombs‬ Dead thoughts Phoenix souls ‪AXY‬ The worst of serial killers ‪It’s raining on my forehead ‬ ‪& there’s no umbrellas outside.‬ Problematic ‬ ‪Mindstate‬ ‪MineSTATE‬ ‪City of bombs‬ Dead thoughts reincarnating