by Zahraa’ Khaki That’s what you’ve told me I feel too much I want too much I ask too much I thirst too much And I need to be Lagom Not too little Not too much ‘A-de-quate’ Let me satisfy…
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The Living Swan
by Zahraa’ Khaki She whirled A demon dervish raising hell Black White feathers a soft death knell Crazed flight across the World Stage 12 fouettes 24, 36, 48 Diaphanous peals of clashing color-sound Green red yellow blue orange gray brown…
Utopia
by Zahraa’ Khaki “Utopia” They said. Utopia i believed. Then I heard Your mutilated cry And echoed scream Rush through a portal From an unseen realm Of dead embers and red smoke and bones clinging desperately to shreds of…
Crystal
by Zahraa’ Khaki Whirlspinandareachnotbreathing In cosmic Sepulchral arcs, Sienna tinged paint And ears falling to the ground. My Van Gogh? You whispered Enjambed as you were In my greatest sequence A smile flickered softly- Candle flame burnt By your…
Metamorphocycle
by Zahraa’ Khaki Wheels whirled with wind A tautological irreverent churning The zzzzz like so many flies Rushing towards an abandoned Garbage heap- A forgotten fae mound of sullied dreams And Discarded life Like so many rotting bags At…
