3 min readApr 3, 2021
I Opened My Vein To Viridian Shadows
~ a poem of contentious communion ~
Well, God,
we part ways
yet again. You head back
towards a black cube
— though I have to say, in the midst of a desert
I like the matte obsidian of it —
~ a poem of contentious communion ~
Well, God,
we part ways
yet again. You head back
towards a black cube
— though I have to say, in the midst of a desert
I like the matte obsidian of it —
Multimedia artist, writer, poet. “I could not have painted myself happy without painting myself sad first…” faridahaque@gmail.com