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Why don’t I leave?…. That’s a hard question to ask someone who embraces pain and surrounds herself with it. Someone who frequently raises the “pain is part of life” card. Someone who chooses to remember the good that was instead of seeing it for what it really was. A facade. When we got together, MikeContinue reading “Tied”

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There is Terry. Young woman with a lot of ideas, a kind soul with easy laughter and a keen eye. She writes beautifully, from poetry to prose. There is this upsurge of emotions she makes me go through whenever I indulge in her pieces. The feeling you get…

As I write this, I’m curled up at the end of this sofa, the one against the wall. It is farthest from humanity, my little nook. I can only hope I’ll write everything without mother summoning me to do something, without dad asking to know why his phone was on vibration? I washed clothes today.Continue reading “So long a thought”

He’s heaving above me. The only other sound in the room is the slap of his skin against mine. I look at the ceiling, my hands by my side. What would my mother in the village think? What would my local church think? Goodness! I would scandalize my mother, she wouldn’t hear the end ofContinue reading “Drawn”

Beacon On 12th of May, mothers received love from their children. Affection was showered on these women viewed as warriors, guardians, moral compasses and heroines of children’s stories. On the same day, the motherless were not forgotten. Receiving support and love with the “my mother is your mother” slogan. I celebrated my mother. Shamefully, IContinue reading “Beacon”

How does it feel, you ask. Like my thoughts are ganging up against me, and all they do is taunt and torment me. Like there is a chasm in my heart, and all it does is bleed and drip. Like my muscles are weakened, and all I can do is lie in bed, feeling sorryContinue reading “Edge”

Petal after petal finds the floor. Red on a black background. Then it’s one perfectly shaped tear after the other. And strike three, the sound of a shattering heart. Love isn’t a game. But he played it on her like the stadium-filled soccer game. Dribbling her heart like a ball, counting a goal each timeContinue reading “G. O. A. T”