Friday, 2 September 2016

Flu Blues

I've the flu blues,
a chest full of avoided situations
that could have been chucked
in an altered reality
or medicine.
a sticky mess pushes through
stubby knuckles flail
she fatigued retires to
the fever boudoir and stiff chair.

- By Laila Ali Haid

Sunset

Poem by Laila Ali Haid Doth sow repentance a seed forgo lies in death thou weep,  fruition in rain, wending the basin silk doth run a line i...