I’m usually right in my head
But I pamper you in so many ways
I’ve disappeared abruptly,
Not because of any malice but
Because my hands have been used for survival
So much so I forgot how to hold flowers (tulips)
And I damn myself— I’m protecting you
From the same man who would burn the world for you
And exactly that is why I’ve banished him.
Your words are dear and delightful
Voice delicate and gentle
Your spirit, sweet, cinnamon and sugar.
So as Quasimodo did,
I’ll serve you within the shadows
And hold you prisoner within my dreams
You can find out more about Tshepang Diphaha on korruptmedia.co.za and on his Instagram @schizopied.
1 thought on “Her”
Soul crushing and sincere. Bravo!