I am so thrilled to share my poem The House of Dead Leaves was published on Spillwords Press. Special thank you and warm vibes to all of my kind friends here on WordPress for reading and your continued support of my work, as well as Dagmara K and the Spillwords team.
Excerpt:
We arrive at a house composed of mustard-brown bricks Dead leaves and aged newspapers splattered with a wanted murdererβs face pile around the black front door, desperate to be swept Iβm wearing a purple coat, itchy black sweatpants, sneakers that no longer fit, and a pink beanie hat Iβm still cold and hungry, but Iβm alive today Iβm standing on a strangerβs stoop with the person taking care of me βWeβll stop here for a bit.β She says, knocking on the door I donβt have a choice in the matter I am a burden who became someone elseβs temporary burden A child along for the ride during winter break, living in a troublesome cityβsouth side A man opens the black door
Read the full poem here: The House of Dead Leaves
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