Kash Baloch — Poetry on Identity, Love, and Survival

No eucalyptus leaf or salve could save her, aloe was even unable to alleviate the ache. Radiation scarred railway crossing ribs, a maze of malignant monstrosities. Stage three symptoms of a sinking soul, hospice workers heard heartbroken woes. With each breakthrough's failure, her future faded further; a flower wilted from one final forsaken Summer. A broken bass, steadied then sedated, perforated pulse that beat then fell flat. Sighs were heaved and wrists were wrung from grief. Suddenly a silent hum sprang from her center, a symphony that left science in a stupor. Medical marvel granted a second chance from her creator; equipped with a clean bill of health erased by Heavenly saviour.

I // Rambunctious feet chattered endlessly in anticipation, like a chorus of teenage girls tittering over their schoolgirl admirations. Though most boys are as brittle as chalk held between calloused fingers. II // Aggression is threatening as awakening sleeping dragons; it roars and gnashes its teeth like the razor sharp blades of a meat grinder. It is like water for chocolate or caramel to a Diabetic. Raise your weapon again and I'm afraid I'll have to teach you a lesson. III // As a grisly peach chafed my paper skin with its bristles, my spirit moaned then gently weeped tears as slow as turtles. Charcoal's charm stole kisses from me, like a brazen burglar. So, I sit and reminisced about the ways you hurt me. I. As an orchestra of birds rouses the world from slumber, their uplifting songs soften ears before jarring alarm clocks.  II. The fresh promise of day shatters the decay of darkness, as mountains of sunlight conquer caverns of midnight.   III. Fireflies ar...