Wednesday, 7 August 2013


Like a shower of calm
It soothes the fires burning in my mind
The noise of the world
Drowned by the whispers of drops
As they caress the skin of thirsty earth
It makes me seek shelter and
Retreat a bit more inside
Comfortable and cosy
The atmosphere wraps around me
Like a soft blanket

Saturday, 30 March 2013


I dreamed I was shot at
But didn’t die
The next night
There was a corpse
It wasn’t  mine
Something died that night though
Someone even
A part of me
And while that dead body
Was lying in the morgue
I was thinking of procreation
Even celebration
Of creating new life
Now I’m pregnant
With a new me
And can’t wait to see
What kind of person
I will turn out to be