on dying a south african woman
Poem
of reluctant lingering in the place of hollow bodies
“home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease”- naguib mahfouz
on love and sex
of memory and existentialism
choosing light
i have written myself out of darkness, never did i imagine that fog would freeze my pen
faith and the leap
of visceral pain
the descent
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