Prose
Flaying Façades
“I am neither of the East nor of the West; no boundaries exist within my breast. — Rumi ______ I unburdened to you a menagerie of ghosts, what were once wedged into my fragile, fumbling heart. I told you of jet-black thoughts through intimate chronicles, and discombobulated perceptions ripped beyond the basal of my breasts.
By Chantal Christie Weissabout an hour ago in Poets







