Sieving

KashianaApril 5, 2019April 5, 2019connections

Starved for simplicity

Cheese cloth sieving me

Leaving behind my crumbled

Fears in its recycled net

Curdled just like my

Anemic blood when

It was forced to run

Through my acidic veins

And into that chamber

Of my heart which beat

In erratic randomness

Coping with the years

Of poison I had fed it

Enveloping, almost sheltering

My savagery, my darkness

The savage darkness

That I keep crawling into

At every jagged dawn

Starved for simplicity

A preexisting condition

That I often revisit

with myself at twilight

NaPoWriMo 2019

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. View more posts