Eight days on…

the silence stretches, hours have turned to days. dreamscapes doting skylines slowly crystallizes. clarity cracks loudly. trickling tears trail truth reiterated. reality – soft snow showers – becomes a blizzard breaking bodies broken by love’s loss. Advertisements

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Screech

I saw death today. It came with a screech, the sound of asphalt grazing heated rubber tires, followed by a muted thud, as 2000kg of steel collides with a 50kg young adult. I saw death as he threw its latest victim skywards, 20 feet above the tarmac, and watched with glee as the body landed […]

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Bloody tears

The skies weep blood Or is the tears that cloud our eyes? The soil now grows bodies, like yam Buried deep within the ground- lifeless When did this abomination creep in? Who welcomed him and gave him water To wash his feet and palm wine to drink? Who beckoned to him from afar, and Promised […]

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