By Azeezah Olatunde
Q: What hurts the most
A: Silence
Q: (sighs)
A: Yes, like the words forming
in your heart when heaving the sigh
but you imprison them in your lungs
because of fear. A fear that hits the
ground and stretches into two paths.
Q: The first?
A: A cluster of fear entangles your
courage, tames you, folds your
tongue into thorns. So you suck the
salient words, feed on it like a stoic,
for fear of being judged & misunderstood
Q: The second?
A: The fear of walking into the market
naked, for secrets are garment,
once told, it lost its sacredness.
And again, you suck the salient words,
and feed on it like a stoic.
Q: (sighs)
A: (sighs)
silence fills the room,
the wall grimacing
on the voiceless
aura attempting
to pull it down.
Copyright© 2020 Azeezah Olatunde
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