Nathalia Khawand

Edition XXXVI

My Head is a Forest - by Nathalia Khawand (Photo by Bryan Minear)Photo credit: Bryan Minear

My Head is a Forest

By Nathalia Khawand

my head
is a forest

colored ink
drips down
from black leaves,
painting the ground
just below
where broken sentences
lay,
unfinished,
craving to find
a continuation,
craving
to be spoken.

my head
is a forest

where roots
remain buried,
thirsty for air,
yet unable to reach it,
choking on
colored words
and the idea
of being forgotten

my head
is a forest

where thoughts,
emotions,
notes
and nuances
intertwine,
bending
breaking
connecting with each other,
lost within
the mess
of unconsciousness

the mess
of oneself

my head
is a forest

where light
is broken
into streaks
and strides
and words
broken into
pieces
of myself,
pieces that I am trying to put back together.

my head
is a forest


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