Poems from Oksana_Sol
The buzzing of my cellphone blurs your number into view
My heart stutters.
My anger dwells itself into confused tears.
And yet, there's a...
My journals had been forgotten in my drawer of the past.
The pages have aged with wrinkles and blank stares.
My words have been lost in...
My face is a mask of words.
Every letter, every vowel, and every consonant has populated my skin.
My lips have been sewed over by a zipper...