days
Always in my head, a sense of being distraught
Over- brimmed with one color, an unassuming rust red
Mundane chit chat, litters into feather like afterthoughts
Scribbling screams tethered tight on mental farm stands
nights
A photo collage like experiment, reflecting cacophony
Every square inch, is of a body sucked into vacuums
Calculated planetary moves, leave me a speck in cosmic astronomy
Rendering days into nights, an assemblage of salty atom drops
afternoons
Candles light up, one for each year of my age
Unlearning seasons, attempts to discard embers into baskets
Become an installation, a garish backdrop to a painted stage
Sharing an affinity, with my demons secret tactics
siesta
Embodying womanhood
Like a leech to the walls of my lungs
Embodying womanhood
In the sores of my incurable tongue
Embodying womanhood
Breathing flames makes it easy to succumb
Embodying womanhood
Into a debris of embers that hum
Embodying womanhood
®️©️Kashiana
Kashiana 