Archetype

remnants of a prostitute

seek to exploit

an object to be of service

to justify

an existence she must have lived

in these bones some time

sold them hollow

to make a home

even today he survives

dark alleys of my mind

anxious to bring justice

to being alive

like a table that’s come to life

he seeks a purpose beyond herself

a salvation that never arrives

Aleph

it’s in your eyes

i see an ocean

one i dive in

one that calls my soul

one that scares me

one that’ll take me whole

it’s in my eyes

Saints

nailed

skinned

and burned alive

for freedom

yet we shackle

ourselves

in their name

niki kaur