still i rise!
don’t you let the tears dry out in your eyes,
let them roll to your cheeks,
Author: Saumya
A cauldron of boiling thoughts
the only two residents of the house
the only two residents of the house,
a mother and a daughter
a dried flower – a poem
how can you touch me
when I can’t touch myself?
bathroom floors – a poem
a distinct odor,
a peculiar paint,
a reflection in the mirror
that stares
slit wrists – a poem
wipe the blade clean,
wipe it clean
before someone sees
aaumsy 