-


It is my mouth that went dry and my eyes that fell dark. It was your hands, slippery as eels and your teeth, sharper than a shark’s. Maybe if you smiled instead of grimacing love would have found you but you were hard and rigid. You pushed them away and hugged yourself. You condemned the rescuers together with the victims. You chased away the Christians together with the sinners, now who will get a hold of you? Who will glue you together now that you are crumbling? You were in the light, how on earth couldn’t I have seen you fading? Maybe if you turned away from your fantasy and looked to the other side you would have seen, but you were drunk, drunk on rose petals and starry eyes. You were stoned and hooked to whispers on your neck and honey in your ears. You fell hard, you broke apart and had your parts spattered and scattered all around. You tried and I chocked seeing you that way, trying to say but words don’t come out. You want to stand again but you are a lump of mud in the rain. Where are your legs? Where are your arms? You faded into oblivion and the whispers long left. You are a carcase, no hope of life in you. You are a bad rose, withered by time and tide, an ugly scar reopened, dripping pus and rotten blood. You who once were a beauty are now an ulcer, a leper that the society rejected. You should have seen and known that they were chewing you, a piece of bubble gum that just lost its oomph. You are beyond salvation, you are miles away from redemption. Walk now, the path of shame you carved. Climb the mountain of sorrow that you piled. How sad that you have no one to help you up, to hold your hand and guide your dim eyes. It is a long and lonely path, but the sun shines on you, doesn’t it? Let lightning light your path and thunder crush the manacles on your feet. Let hail cool the blisters on your toes and dew quench the thirst on your tongue. Refuse to be strong, refuse to be consoled. Mourn deep into the night, with the coyotes and the wolves. Let your rugged self be carried away, by the mighty waves of the Zambezi. Refuse to swim, let the murky water purify your soul, let the deep spirals knock every whisper of breath out of your heart. Sleep, sweet and tired one. Rock to the spirals and caresses of moss on stone, till sleep washes over your eyes, and the nightmares maul you to shreds. Rest sweet and tired one, alone you go. She who was loved by the people sinks unknown and falls unhindered. Remember us when you hit the bottom, and we sure will remember how you owned the throne. It is goodbye lovely, it is goodbye.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

-
A LETTER TO SHE THAT JILTED ME Dearly beloved It’s been four months since you last walked out of my door. The loud bang that almost left my door in shreds and the sound of your suitcase zipper closing still haunts my sleep each and every night. Four months on, I still wake up at night only to cry myself to sleep. It is raining right now and how much more I miss you in this weather. The sleets fall while I press my face against the frosted glass hoping to catch a glimpse of you coming through the gates, your umbrella raised in all its grace. Everytime I think of that I smile but then remember it all is in the past. To be honest with you, I haven’t ever fully let go of you coz I see you in the skies at night, feel you rumble with the thunder and even experience your smooth caress when the wind blows. Your favourite song plays on the radio ever since you left and I sit down everytime to relive the memory of what we made, and oh, what naivety made us think this would last fore...
Read more
-
When the bird got uncaged They always told her tales of life in the trees, night spent staring at the sun setting and the mornings when they all woke to chase the glow. They never told her of the nights out in the cold, lonely and alone, the nightmares of the night and the anxiety as they awaited the sun to rise. They told her of how they swam in the meadows and partook of grubs and dew. The other birds told her of how they bathed in the dust, raced around, sang and danced. They never told her about the bald eagle that chased them around and the hawks that took their children away. They told her of their colourful nests with colourful eggs. They never told her about the snakes that fed on them, the jealousy among the barren birds and the squabbles over territories. The macaw told her about the nuts and the hummingbird told her of nectar, but they never got to tell her about how tough their shells were or how frail the flowers were. The honey bird told her about the honey, but she did ...
Read more
-
Is anybody out there? Is anybody out there? Is anybody awake, to hear my howls in the night, my wail louder than the cricket’s sound and colder than a wolf’s yelp? Save me from these nightmares, drag me away from these demons, the hapless creation of my imagination, a useless figment of my machinations. Is anybody out there? Save me from myself, save me from my claws, these that I use to rip myself apart. Search my brain and take out this squishy conscience, for every night she torments my highway of dreams and in the day she rolls me in guilt and regret. Save me from my decisions before the body finally quits, for the soul is willing but the flesh sure is weak. I can fix them all, but who will fix me? I can point it all out for them, give them strength and replenish their spirits but who will nourish me when I need a drink? I give them hugs and cuddle them when it is cold but who will hold me when the weather is not fair to me? Who will hold me when night comes and again I fear? Give...
Read more