Swarms of bullets nettle his skin 

Like sesame seeds

Urge him to shiver

To shake them off

Clouds of webs muffle my ears

The widow charms me

Spawns her eggs like sesame seeds

At least she creates life

I think

Mists of venom enclose his eyes

Perforate his iris 

I saw black dots

Like sesame seeds 

Thoughts mingle 

Words combine

Smiles create 

No cure but

Relief 

Am 

I 

!

Our voices, whitish

Like milk

Nourish our soul

Swill

Away away

Gone for now

Dark and tiny

Sharp and shiny

Our sesame seeds.

                                                                                                                              Naila Winter