K. Alejandra
Read more of my work on Substack @ Soul Notes by Kiana.
K. Alejandra
Read more of my work on Substack @ Soul Notes by Kiana.
Read more of my work on Substack @ Soul Notes by Kiana.
Read more of my work on Substack @ Soul Notes by Kiana.
the sun shines on your flowers again
the kind you like
the kind you used to buy at the market
around the corner
I replaced the old brown stems with fresh pink petals
the kind you picked when you wanted someone
to love you back
the sun shines on your flowers
the ones on fresh dirt
the ones that lay on their side and tell you that world cries without you
the sun shines on the gray stone
the...
are we mosaics
of everyone we’ve ever known?
or am I my own
to love and to hate
to blame myself for
all the mistakes I’ve ever made
is it just me?
what if
it’s heartbreak that made me
into the monster that I am
what if
it made me soft
and naive
what if
my laugh is from my father
and my tears from my mother
what if
who I am is not who I am at all?...
There’s dirt under his fingernails.
I watch in abject horror as he places my cup of water onto the table right in front of me, his hand gripped around the rim of my cup, where my lips are supposed to go.
I swallow the bile that rises in my throat.
“Thank you” I grit out with a fake smile. It’s a shame because he’s cute. Brown Bieber hair frames his smooth, pale features. His eyes are a muted ...
The waters know what it means to be battered
to and fro.
They don’t fear the sharp rocks
as they slam against them.
They crave the smoothness of the sands
as they wash up against their soft whispers.
The waters wade in solitude because they are creators of storms.
They are gentle at the heart of chaos.
The waters know they come from the tears of happy souls
whose smiles never quite...