Hanging In There
I braid the sisal in my shaking hands
Noughts and crosses ensnare my trembled thumb
The tight tugs throttle my Adam's apple
A single drop suspends my teetered feet
Swaying south and outwards in a rhythmic creek
I brace for the embrace to unknown realms
Copyright © Brother Bhunru | Year Posted 2021
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