A Lost Voyager

I remember being driven around but not wanting to go home I remember poking high ceilings with silence, unheard I remember breathing into my heart, separated from my abdomen and expiring blazes of firework. I remember anomalies mingling with the soft mosturizer on my skin I remember being octracized for being more ebony than chocolate […]

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The Interview

the interview

Den 6. Mai. 2019. It was an especially windy morning and I was in a losing battle with the rain, my least favourite forecast. By now my mascara was like a plangent river and my nipples seem to have resisted all the confines I had on, and were poking out as if in protest. This […]

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True self

True self

Your longings attached to a thespian smile captivates a wandering soul tho’ it’ll take you a while longer to remember how to breath again. these nimble feeling in your bowels is rumbling, swelling up, bursting out your spirit is an unrestrained beast recycling the dreams you’ll dream again like a sillouette in the dead of […]

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Emerald city

Emerald city

Mirror mirror, What if I was a stranger in Emerald city, ten white horses galloping in front of me, leading the way to the King’s quadrangle, where I bow to her royal highness. I’d serenade her and spill some tea….perhaps even all of it. It would be nice to live and let loose, not a […]

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The language

the language

Puff it once. Let the smoke dance on the skin until you sucks it back like vacuum. And your eyes overflow with tears like a breaking dam. Pain is a painting of haunted memories you treasure. But if you blood turns black, you’ll risk playing Russian roulette with demons. Living in a society with borders […]

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Simple naive girl

Simple naive girl

simple naive girl standing at a bay wind caressing her bronzed-red cheeks her skin decorated with chilling goosebumps She’ll be there much longer She never learnt her ABC’s she cut her locs and looks mad shabby talk is cheap, that’s everything she’s not One look and her face melts into your mind When a marigold […]

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Delilah’s wish

Delilah's wish

She waited at the foot of mother’s rocking chair, next to the polka- dot curtains, cuddling her head between the flesh of her palms. Mother was 122 years old with the smile of a 6 year Mädel. Her silver hair was ankle-long and growing. She reminded Delilah of an orange orchid that blossomed in spring. […]

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