I have been told people who take warm showers are lonely,
that they crave bodies.
So, sometimes I think myself
evil brute,
chewing on
flesh to tear it
from their bones to
build myself
precarious bodies,
upon which I can balance
my very delicate ego.
But mostly, I think myself
one-eyed cyclops,
narrow-visioned,
searching only for warmth,
as cold rain pours from the showerhead above.
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PM is British-Indian, queer, spoken word poet, who will literally write about anything. If you’ve breathed around her, chances are you’re in a poem and she’s performed it already. Currently, she’s hosting AQ Arts London’s Instagram bi-weekly show 'Shout: Live'. If she’s not doing that, you’ll find her crying over all the anime, book and video-game characters she’s become far too invested in. You can find her debut audiobook 'From AM to PM: poems to help you through the day' on Google Play, Apple Books, Scribd & Kobo Market.
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