D-ar-k-Ne-ss

you’ve pierced yourself till you bleed, 

willing the darkness out of you, 

till all you had was the light you so desperately sought.

You’ve let your soul stay imprisoned in this place for so long 

Tell me did you find pleasure, 

so why cling to it? 

do you not know the darkness sits afraid of you

A.k 17

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Wish

I wish i didn’t feel the way i do for you.  

That dreams of you do not follow me into the dead of the night…

that the embers of dawn did not carry your name in their midst


I have prayed that your kiss was not the nourishment i crave, 

that your touch wasn’t the calm to my soul

That we never made fire, 

that these scalding tears were not real 


But most of all, i wish you didn’t have to leave me…

Again…

strenGTH

He hated it. The strength of my tongue

like he taught me to tame it. The fire that burned beneath my chest….

like he taught me to make a feast of my mother’s silence. 


This wanton tongue of mine, 

fashioned from the oppressed eyes and sighs of the supple bodies

sharpened edges doused in the tears of my women passed. 


Yeah 

This tongue will no longer hold this weight. 

She will soar free with no fear.

(A.k17)

p_I-E-t~Y

I come from a tribe of sex-less women

women who drown in the pools of birth and piety to keep a man

Women who balk at the call of their innate need…

need to feed the goddess that reside within them


I come from this place 

where self-indulgence spells harlot 

where fucking mocks piety

The piety of bearing a seed in this sin


I come from this place 

where pleasure demands immediate cleansing, 

to wash this scent of life itself, clean


I exist in this place where my desires reflection stands like a stranger 

An affront to my eyes

(N.k17)