Teething and tethering.
- zizipho bam
- Nov 11, 2016
- 1 min read
Their are cracks growing in my teeth. Lightening has struck more than twice inside my mouth. I want to spew the sky out. I convulse in my sleep. Can’t smile anymore. The thunder and the storm won’t stop. I talk in my sleep. Rumble and mubble in my dreams. There is a dark hole in my face. The sun has not come out in three days now. The rain runs down outside my window but not inside my mouth. It is a drought inside my chest. Need the jungle and the flood to intervene. Need to smile and dance in the rain.
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