incomplete fragmented being on the cusp of evolvement balancing on the knife’s edge ‘til it hurts and the blood runs freely from every scar and every affliction resurfaces vengefully to poke and prod at the wounds Sumayyah Talibah © 06 April 2020
3000 i found a box the other day with faded obituaries tattered postcards in a pile & letters penned on Sunday afternoons a series of photographs in sepia & black & white & i felt a massive presence form up behind me i travel an unkind road an uneven...
on day ??? of quarantine once i dreamt of solitude of mimosas & canapés before noon now wine & cheese & luxurious baths are figments of the distant past as i count the days ‘til June an ode to the crowds i once avoided to the invitations to which...
damage report it flows in my veins this nectar of life cycling through systems to keep this vessel afloat yet i still find myself adrift corrupted memory banks & power redirects only essential operations in place i am trapped between encrypted attacks & holographic emissaries of peace & collision...
drone we are reverse automatons that must be unwound to comply in the name of collective individuality conforming to nonconformity ensnared in a loop inquiring why why why an error in the simulation a mutation in the sense of self follow the leaders who follow the leaders who follow...
loquacity i parted my lips to speak & discovered i had nothing to say my words were shriveled desiccated husks & my tongue had grown barbed & turned on itself & my throat was constricted & sore Sumayyah Talibah © 01 April 2020 Tips: Cash App PayPal
Photo Source: Pixabay anathema for the love of all that is holy and sacred banish the bruises from these bones and slay the shadow dragon that breathes fire down my spine and sinks its talons deep in the meat of my thighs and devours a bit of my soul...
190818* she is haunted by the empty spaces by the gaps in her carefully conjured dual reality by the blood that crossed the sea and she weeps into the ashes of her dreams Sumayyah Talibah © 18 August 2019 *This poem originally appeared on the now defunct Narrative.org
immolation (in reverse) gather me from the asheslest i rise to the skyand repeatmy tragic flightinto the sun tamp down my roaring flamesmake themsleeping embersthat smolderwhen i awaken Sumayyah Talibah © 10 February 2019 Cross posted to my Steemit blog. Tip jar: PayPal Cash App
This is cross posted from my blog over at Steemit. the valley scrutinize the crooked lines of the path that i tread inquiring as to why everything i’ve touched has turned to sand parade my pain past crowds of ones who despise parade my pain with silent cries...
gravity it’s heavy the weight of this existence with its expectation to be better to be a credit to be one of the good ones whatever that means to prove that my life matters and not just to the person who birthed me i carry it with me on...
dreamscapes & space rocks the wind howls through my dreamscape its sound covers my heartbeat and footsteps as i scurry about and second guess the location of every ornament i place and the night blankets everything because i forgot to hang the moon dead rock reflecting light that will...
lemons i sat down to write a love letter to myself but my chair was wobbly so i fixed that first and then my dollar store pen was out of ink i found a crayon in 3 pieces under the bed next to a box of photographs of people...
sirens bathing in the flashing lights trying to name the victim identify the crime red trucks black cars silver and gold shields pale fingers hover over the butts of their guns when the screaming starts the story stops every one of us knows just how it ends red blood...
In The End here i am bleeding from every pore snot and shame and tears cover the face which you ignore still i sing for my supper and i dance for your dimes even as my feet are cracked and broken and my voice is hoarse from whines and...
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