Blame it on amygdala and 1 other poem
Leaves of memory drift, asserting human agency through gentle kindness found within…
Read more →Silent waters hold deep ache beneath, mirroring blood moon's stark fury, patriarchy's stench tearing wildflowers.
silent waters —
holding the ache
beneath
blood moon —
fury of high tides
in his eyes
torn apart
piece by piece —
wildflower
an old peepal —
bare limbs
hang in the air
ashes —
the stench of
patriarchy in the air