Cracks, Cuts and Curls

Capsulate, wrenching wore around the nook Never asked to swing her lips and hardness hook A scary flood of fumes, fire her tears And the invoice innocence of her beats Enormously resonant as the dark dirt Self-like a famished, fainted convert Echoes the intensity of despair, she oftenly hides Yet, quietness and lowliness wove at every side She the rose’ pearl, mourns with an unbearable bow Vulnerable Bones, cracked beats, and broken hurls Yet, the prayer’s mat, where she cures and curls Heaviness altogether haunts her innerness But, believe her brilliance, vanishing faintness.