02/17/2016
One stick in between two fingers
a glare on that burnt end
let your soul transform
into the shape of the wind
as you smoke in
abruptly put it on hold
then gently breathe out...
Magically,
it pulls out that dagger on your chest
more so if
you close your eyes, as I close mine...
One puff, look up the sky
so, you realized
for a moment
you stopped
bickering to yourself.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Kept Poems
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems written by Helen Cheng in English for the past fifteen years about emotions, politics, passion, etcetera.