O, how I bow to odd numbers o, how unruly my eyes my shattered wrists from failing how twisted the sounds of my mouth when they collapse into the earth What shimmer will bring upon us luck the kind that allows our fingers to graciously dig out the vibrant slices of the soul that will remain, after body evades life? What amount of hope, what amount of love, what amount? O, how I’m afraid we’ve been forgotten by whoever made us be and whoever lit the stage and can’t find the switch for us only to be bound for us only to become a part apart in our own lives
Cássia is Portuguese/Angolan and lives in Portugal. You can follow her work below.
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