What else would I do,
If a Tsunami comes,
I'd open my arms and engulf my all towards the ocean,
To be one with this madness,
As I've once called home to my thoughts,
Chaotic than time itself,
I'd sink myself in my blankets of uncertainty,
Hold my breath until I feel the warm cosmetic universe welcoming me to the astral,
So when a Tsunami comes,
I won't be afraid,
For I am used to drowning inside my own chaotic thoughts since I've stepped foot in the ocean of my trauma,
unhealed glass shards lies on the bottom of the ocean's sand,
Sometimes bleeds me when it pricks,
I'm so used to drowning inside the coziness of suffocation;
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30 Days inside a mind of a Lesbian Woman
PoetryAloka Wijesinghe, a South Asian spoken word, freestyle lesbian poet currently based in Melbourne, Victoria found a totally random collection of prompts on the net, where she for each day painted its walls in different hues of First time love, Death...
