pointed fingers dig into this unearthed womb
coiling back from demonic words
and trickle lies, like dewdrops.
on this cloudless night
I pray to be reborn.
“Patchwork Poem” by Jenny & Miriam (taking turns with lines)
About Miriam E.
Somewhere along the way, I started writing. If you care to look beyond the jokes & smiles, you will find me a bit of an introvert, spinning through life one clumsy step at a time, fortunate to not have skinned my knees one too many times yet.
When everything gets a little too drowned out by the white noise of this planet, I tend to reassemble myself at the keyboard in an attempt to slow down & breathe.
English is my second language. I love how it feels on my tongue and how the words can be shaped and sculpted, so be patient with me — I am experimenting.
Enjoy, if you will.