Correction On Shrouded

Yesterday I posted a poem, but as an over thinker I already want to make one thing clear. Here’s the poem. “The air is thin here among the musk and dirt my body veiled in cloth. I’d prefer not to be. There’s a nakedness I crave that isn’t available to all. This nakedness, this madnessContinue reading “Correction On Shrouded”

Shrouded

Shrouded The air is thin here among the musk and dirt my body veiled in cloth. I’d prefer not to be. There’s a nakedness I crave that isn’t available to all. This nakedness, this madness is divinity hoarded with chocolates and tea. There’s incessant knocking knocking pounding and glass shattering I open my hands andContinue reading “Shrouded”