Dancing Shadows

Butterflies settle in my tummy at war with the needles in my gut the goosebumpy effect on my pimply skin the breathlessness that lodges in my throat dancing shadows lounge about stealing the light especially so on such a golden day when the sun is breathing fire while I lay in a disturbed tranquility slivers... Continue Reading →

The First Time..Part 2

The rain was heavy, bucketing down in torrents. It felt like the rain was battering at her specifically, ensuring she would hit rock bottom. Mostly because she was standing in the ponderous downpour so still, drenching in her consequences, hoping it would wash away her pain and anguish. She couldn't get any lower if she... Continue Reading →

Mercy

Love me, so soft as the sun's golden rays in pent hues filled with promise mercy will you have me tender as a feather love me, so hard mercy me not when i call out to God spent, in harsh whispers and cut breaths fierce as the black night

Quiet Decease

In the deep recess within the trees a fallen meteor lies amongst dead quiet a deep crest formed in the middle of the green of the trees now an ugly brown only the howl of a rabid dog penetrates the deafening silence that tells not tales of how it got here in its stead ascertaining... Continue Reading →

The Purge

You remember how 2020, the mirror year, was supposed to be THE year. The synchronicity of the year's digits was supposed to somehow mirror harmony and prosperity in our lives. We all professed and proclaimed that the beginning of a new decade was going to see us prosper beyond our imagination. Turns out that while... Continue Reading →

I let in a bird

I let in a bird From the bushes it breezed with ease Gently curling in my hand Whistling a fairytale tune With its glory silver lined feathers Putting on such the spectacle I gushed at the little birdie Coyly flapped open its hidden feathers My smile its invitation To proudly change the tune of its... Continue Reading →

The First Time.. Part 1

The thing about first times, virginal experiences as the girls would say is that even if they aren't what you had romanticised nor expected, they stay with you and make for one of those memorable life episodes. You know, like the first time you peed on yourself. Let's not be pretentious with the snickers and... Continue Reading →

Me Too

I was six, I think He was a lanky fourteen year old juvenile hardly grown despite his rough acne and strong beard He lived with us we loved games when no one was home he just played different today no big deal he was my first, bound by memories   She was a pudgy ten... Continue Reading →

That Cocoa

A colored turban crowns her head to cover her savage dreads in that masking her strength, not too loud questing for just enough so they could forget she was here but no invisible cloak could disguise her cocoa so wanton were her striking features her arresting ebony that beguiled and arrested the magic that flickered... Continue Reading →

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