Your mouth was filled with everything,
and you chose to fill mine
with poison
and void.
Your tongue was swollen with knowledge,
but you only taught me
that knowledge also
swells the head.
Your words could expand a universe,
but instead you collided with mine –
CRASH! BANG!
Implosion.
//Implosion, 4/12/2019
//Collette Kristevski
Let what lies on your tongue
be a key to dimensions not known by devils.
Let your breath be Spirit
and your mouth, a portal to the Heavens.
Let your saliva be nectar
and your words never sting.
May your inhaling be grace
and your exhaling not be a sigh.
May your life be a prayer
and your passing be the amen.
//A Prayer, 4/8/2019
//Collette Kristevski
Ortho-paradox-ia 