Averine Simethy

Edition XXIII

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

Amour

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

Mother

By Averine Simethy

His skin

Marred with scars

Molded him in our eyes

As a menace.

Nevertheless,

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

Resuscitated

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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