fajr [daybreak]
window panes shattered;
and the emptiness
wove itself into my skin
through layers of rainwater.
frac
tured light;
and the taste
of death influencing
my mind.
filtered mess;
and the fact that
happiness was
too robust
for clarification
of smudged lines.
it was all
too simply forgotten by mor
ning,
and i couldn't stop
the rope from s lip ping.
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faded blue
Poetryin which a girl writes down her thoughts on tattered blue pages, with only a worn-out copy of the Quran, a long dress, two granola bars, three dollars and her Lord to guide her while surviving on the streets of New York City. ~ They say that somewhe...
