16 Apr

Move

It’s 7 o’clock in the morning. The sun is out but the autumn wind is blowing on my face. The hair on my arms and legs have risen and I’m shivering in my sneakers. I’m trying to ignore the little voice that’s reminding me that I left a warm bed in my room. I...
16 Apr

because

because love was a concept that wrapped itself around and sewed itself into and out of the crevices of my thoughts nestling in the twisted corners long enough to make sense but never to evoke any feeling in me because it was beautiful in the pages of the romance novel I kept borrowing from...
26 Mar

Flowers

You gave me flowers. I remember; It was our first date. “Peonies, your favourite.” You told me. We picnicked amongst the flowers. I remember; We felt like young children playing in the flower beds. Our relationship blossomed, We must have looked like flowers to the flowers. It was our first anniversary. You gave me...
05 Mar

Tigeress

My derrière blooms As I sit upon the Bed with fine brown lines Moving down its sides. If this is the marking Of a budding woman, Then let me proudly Display my stripes. ?: Sibusiso Sikani
05 Mar

Inner Demons

My inner demons are busy haunting me Self harm, self hate Tell me Can you relate? To this pendulum swing world Where every decision can lead you down a path of worthlessness Self doubt has got me trapped Between a rock and a hard place My life seems like an endless cycle of self...
12 Feb

Letters

Write me letters. I want to see your love. Write them in your own hand. I want to see the subtle tremor in your fingers as you form the letters of each word. Write them whenever you think of me. I want to smell the sweetness in the nervous sweat on your palms smudging...