THE ONLY WAY OUT
IN ME ARE WORDS
IN THE WOMB OF MY THROAT
WAITING TO BE BIRTHED
MZ
Writing has always been an outlet for me.
One night, after reading Rupi Kaur’s ‘The Sun and her Flowers’ I realized that poetry had just satisfied a part of me that food never could. I wrote down a small poem that night, and one by one over the course of a few months they began to trickle out of me. Inspired by others I saw self-publishing I decided to do the same and to create something that represented a period of pain yet beauty, healing and expression in my life. If you ever find my book in your hands, I hope it serves you in some small way.
“DARLING, YOU FEEL HEAVY BECAUSE YOU ARE TOO FULL OF THE TRUTH ... LET THE TRUTH EXIST SOMEWHERE OTHER THAN INSIDE YOUR BODY”