Ruined
A dish full of vanilla flavoured ice-cream
welcomed her sighs in the afternoon,
to calm the storm embedded within.
Bubbles in a glass stare in despair,
as strawberries float,
while the mess in her life, unfolds.
River down, you tears.
Canceled are plans to review televised scenes,
for plagued are the thoughts of today.
The mobile phone vibrates for attention,
the kettle calls upon final decisions,
to help sink in the sin with tea or burn the skin off the revolting memories.
The tongue is too tied to scream out the lies,
body stiff and still,
unreachable are the blinds.
The room darkens in time,
as the day calls for the night,
a question quivers,
of how will she even sleep tonight...
21 June 2022
Copyright © Izintombi Zamambo | Year Posted 2022
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