Poems from EMADIG

Mother, Her, We, I
my chest risesjust as the sun doesand water coursesthrough Motherjust as blood does my veinsshe takes my breath awayand I cry in...
To All The Writing I've Lost
I will miss those words, lostNow forbidden from my mindMy body refuses greatness,So I can't repeat them a second timeThe first time is the...
9:43 am
Your touch leaves warm, visible printsthose fingertips radiate with a glowing hum,and there are bouncing beads all over me.I am cold, my...