When the hurting
fails to speak, tribalism wins...

Do not punish yourself
devastatingly...

The future looks like
an asylum. Incarcerated...

Will you maintain
fidelity in a time of war...

Playing the double life,
coming apart at...

The yellow jasmines
are dead. My ache returns...

I always walk
a thinking moon. One day...

I refuse to underrate
the fog, its arithmetic...

Don't give words to
thoughts. Terror begins...

Not afraid of any
wrath, I was quiet at the...

The yellow rose
looks like having the same...

Dying inside, every
day, inch by inch, to save...