Bitter Longing

I was

the seed of desire.

A hateful boon

among life’s choices

I had no right to decide.

a Curse

conceived by Nanay’s cold blood

wrapping my face

in a tight embrace

as she squeezed me out

with pure disgust.

 

Tainted Mind

The leaking pipeline

releasing dirty waters

before my clean feet

is present’s reality

freed in imagination.

Guitar Lessons

The guitar’s broken.

Parent’s gift for her birthday,

shorter hair by then.

She’s thrilled but changed, stopped playing

And now her hair is longer.