Friday, July 31, 2020

no, I have never
seen the devil

but I have

seen a grown man
eye a little girl
like meat


I wish there was a noun

to describe
the sound of a night train
shushing anxiety

a lullaby
for the weary at heart


dear trees

it was in
your embrace

that I finally
I was loved


each string
of my harp

who knew

a prayer doesn’t
need words


vanilla and sugar

let’s dream
for a moment

that this world
could be
as sweet as that

*Published in it’s a secret place (the cherita book 38)
*The first cherita was designated as a cherita lighthouse (editor’s choice)