i am

i sit in the bus
window seat,
Dawn on my face..
i imagine i’m in a movie
or an aesthetic reel,
headphones on,
bangs shadowed eyes,
third person view,
A Sylvia Plath chant,
“I am
I am
I am.”

Recent Poems

alive

i’m a haunted house where the echoes of past laughs  ring faintly through corridors… paint

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evanesce

liminal haze of waking up,to a white walled,cob-webbed coffin,erasing life off too quickly,yesterday forgotten like,history

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