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3rd floor liminality

It’s cold today
What a boring
Thing to say

They think

As they say it

It could be colder
Anyway
Somehow today
The cold is
In their bones
Still lately they’re not
So sad as they were

Just pensive
Busying themself
The best they can

Pain lurks
They have plans

Writing stories
Creative hands

They wonder about
New things
& for the first
Time in a long
Time they can
Set themself to
Them

Sickness sickness
It won’t go
But they won’t either
& as they come to
Love themself more
They come to understand
It

The winds
Blow strength
& fear into them
In their
3rd floor
Liminality

© Niliema Karkhanis


Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


Of what & what?

Image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

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Of what on

some days

am I made,

am I made?

Of exhaustion

endured

over many

many days;

of grief incurred

of spheres

outlain,

in order

to order

nothing

left

to gain.

Wented,

beholden,

friended,

folded,

unfriended

unfolded;

nothing of

consequence

when it

all ended.

Lingering love

for a

companionship

twisted

is only

an echo

of

what’s

warped &

repeated.

& what can I

do with myself

on some days,

but hold

onto my

breath until

heartbreak

evades?

© Niliema Karkhanis