left behind in broken bits

her scattered essence

jolted from my trance

into the gory sights

of shadows that fill

the eerie crevices

haunted with souvenirs

of your violated presence


haunted with souvenirs

henna’ed palm stains

that scratched the walls

ankle bell trinkets

lay scattered in shock

rusty red patches

of flesh that dripped

into his stale breath

and rotten curses

accomplice to pushing evil

viciously breeding lust

until your reluctant breath

was consumed, parched


haunted with souvenirs

walking around

on creaking floorboards

I collect souvenirs

yet another effort

to wash away for you

the remnants of

his sickly toxins

and knot a bundle

of bells, anklets, eardrops

palpable with tears

salty anguished cries


haunted with souvenirs

I stumble over another

before walking out

into the sighs of

a starless sky


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Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

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