Unsung

Songs I’ve left for those unsung Remain to be seen or heard By anyone.  The winds I’ve felt across  My cheeks Turn tears to ice In just a blink.  These songs I’ve left Have been forgot Bar for when the feelings Wrought These words, and rhythms Hums… vibrations, Echo lingerings Of incantations 5 September 2020

This mourning

This morning this mourning feels meager. By tonight it will speak in words I never knew I´d hear. Both whisperable and visceral. In languages I never thought I´d have fluency. A language I never wanted to learn, memories I´d rather burn, realities I want to neglect, emotions I prefer to deflect. LT. 03/13/2023 *MkatK

Bitter before

I need to feel bitter before I feel better because by beating and bearing down instead of bearing to witness I do myself the disservice of dishonesty, cause honestly, I never got to feel my bitter. It was suppressed for the simple sake of imagining that what was on other people´s plates were greater portions