By Asha

I hope the uncertainty of yourself doesn't end
when you're lying with the rocks you choose to
breathe instead of fresh air.
Your touch is unfamiliar as if your dna melted
away with what you set on fire.
I've been trying to keep you awake.
Don't fall asleep to avoid saying goodbye.

This piece is from The Feminist Toilet #2. To return to the table of contents, click here.

Leave a Reply

Blog at WordPress.com.