Poem

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Rotten tomato described by a girl standing in the midst of a storm

ROTTEN TOMATO

ROTTEN TOMATO. That’s what we called you, but you changed your narrative. You’ve become a force to reckon with. We can never get enough of you.

Black Sheep

HERE’S TO US

Here’s to the beautiful drift,

Here’s to the tune of addiction’s deceit.

Here’s to the backseats of the church,

the treasures in the dust,

the sorrows on repeat.

Aimasiko Valtoybob

A I M A S I K O

Aimasiko,
so I’m panting,
I’m struggling.
I’m confused.
I’ve been reaching for the stars,
sacrificing all that I have –
All that I am.
Asking myself one question,
“When will I touch the cloud?”