Averine Simethy

Edition XXIII

Amour - by Averine Simethy (Photo by Ismael Nieto)Photo credit: Ismael Nieto


By Averine Simethy

hope flaring
heart booming
mind subdued

they fell

spiraling into possibilities
consumed by probabilities;
circumstances waited
for its chance
to drown them
in what ifs

Edition XXIV

Mother - by Averine Simethy (Photo by Quino Al)Photo credit: Quino Al


By Averine Simethy

His skin

Marred with scars

Molded him in our eyes

As a menace.


He was a forsaken angel

With markings

Powerful enough to narrate a story

For her heart to hear

And to feel 

With abundant love

For her son.

Edition XXIX

Resuscitated - By Averine Simethy (Photo by Annie Spratt) (1)Photo credit: Annie Spratt


By Averine Simethy

Like an essence that can’t be contained
you drifted past me
luring me,
tempting me to drift away with you.
You shed your skin like a cloak
and hung me up like one
bound, smothered and broken.
I cried for mercy
the mercy not known to the likes of him.
To the filth that tries to consume me:
You may succeed in having my body
but only death shall have my soul.

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