Poem: Renovations

Photo by Laurie Shaw on Pexels.com I lay passive next to him, the heaving of his chest, the fluttering of my eyes. We kept staring at the blank ceiling. The wet patches on the roof, the leaky tap in the kitchen, wallpapers to hide the cracks, curtains to cut the glare, capacitor for the fan … Continue reading Poem: Renovations

Poem: Concrete Dreams

Bricks laid upon bricks, mortar holding them in place; houses on top of houses, walls inside walls inside walls;

Poem: Leaving

I wish I had a room no one can ask me to clear out or a wardrobe with ironed clothes and a sweet smelling pair of shoes

Poem: Tonight

I wonder if he ate dinner. I skipped mine just in case.