Excerpt: Of My Many…

Nights get lonely as the voices grew louder
There’s a monster under my bed
I shall knit a blanket of kisses in these Egyptian blends
And roll over to your scent matching my pride
Casper was full of surprises
And for a long time
My feet swung low
My head sat high
I couldn’t imagine what would blossom from my roses blue
I hoped that maybe
Just maybe
One day
If maybe
Left would be right
Up will be down
And so
In the east of my herds
This whirlwind of occasional fears longed in these 24 hours
These thousand whispers remained this umbrella
It was only 12am.

©A-Jjahlov Powell, 2019

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