devouring

huddle inside myself alone.
crying tears though not of loneliness still sting.
gathering myself to be strong\\but \\ misery clings to everything.

demons in every corner.
circling….
no where to hide
or to run from memories
scraping long nails of separation
into my skin
clawing their way within….
devouring.

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About the Author

Tinu

My name is Love refers to the poetic expression of my Yoruba name. Literally it's closer to "I loved her since she was in my belly" or less crudely "I loved her since she was created". Poetic translation, "loved since conception." Which is fitting because when I love, that's how I love. This blog is a personal recounting of all the things I love, people past and present, places, things, hobbies, life.

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