Spiralling

Spiralling like water in a sinkhole down a pit without bottom, swirling with the force of a black hole, one by one my cells disperse and follow a path of their own, I reach out of what I can to get a hold but the change I can’t reverse. My colours bled out, my scales

Flower of the Sky

I’ve planted the seed of my soul deep in the soil, where no eye or hand can go. I waited and I waited for it to grow, watered it with the tears of my sorrow, hovered above it like a crow, yet, still remained underground. I’ve planted the seed of my soul – the soil