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Weight of the Past

I have an answer for every ‘how are you?’ directed to me, but lately there haven’t been any. I have things to share, I promise. You will be entertained by my trauma. Isn’t that what you want? You ridicule my pain as I shovel it into black plastic bags , bare it on my backContinueContinue reading “Weight of the Past”

Wounds left by the devil’s claws

I am squeezed between a rusted taxi window with scratch marks and loose rubber that belonged somewhere – Kinda like how I belonged to you- and a chubby coloured young woman. She has broad shoulders and sharp elbows. Passing over the Mandela bridge, I sit cramped up. The window does not open and my bunContinueContinue reading “Wounds left by the devil’s claws”

I was not yet ready. Forgive me.

You had the best intentions And the craziest poses You only wore one hoodie Even on heated days Even in heated arguments They say that the one who’s heart you break will avenge through your next lover I attest to it My life proves it Im out in the cold begging for affection Begging forContinueContinue reading “I was not yet ready. Forgive me.”

You too are loosing your mind

A man stood naked in the middle of a taxi rank. Not just any taxi rank. The one where particles of urine meet cigarette smoke and fresh fruit. In the darkness of the underground provocation roam many lost souls and poor men, stripped of their dignity until they stare right into your eyes and youContinueContinue reading “You too are loosing your mind”

No. 47

Of the same girl I write for the 47th time Or at least, thats a number that scares me but not enough to feel broken. I don’t really remember her I only hear her voice past the cracks of my broken heart Everyday at 17:53 I listen to the voice note I saved… repeatedly. IContinueContinue reading “No. 47”

You are prison

Ive played each moment enough times to change the details to reluctant dawns. Evaporating words ascend with scents of wishes of you in the same room, nevermind my custody. Escape brought a new season- It brought the spring time and liberty from contempt building inside. Slim buildings remind me of you Dancing reminds me ofContinueContinue reading “You are prison”