Silent Killer
Twenty-twelve attached her to her lowest points.
Twenty-twelve couldn’t help her body fight the silent killer in her Veins.
Twenty-twelve made a dramatic change to fight infection and accept treatment as the only option there is.
She heard the words “I am sorry” for the very first time in her life.
She also welcomed a new resident in her Veins.
She who now was confused by the words she just heard and her surrounding, made an exit.
She mirrored the distance to the classroom from the white tent full of needles with stairs suffocating her very last breath.
Her exits were rather breeze and hotness felt all at once and the room welcomed her with darkness like a witch.
Her eyes were wounded from tears rushing down like rain drops.
Infection made friends with her veins like a reflection on the mirror and a simple short distance felt like miles as the silent killer made an introduction to her veins and residency to her blood stream.
At that moment she wanted to make a prayer, but death knocked her over like a thief in the night.
She made exits of her soul and paired disappointment with in-denial.
All she heard at that moment was the sounds of her own thoughts and piercing of jabs from a dagger that felt like her own heart racing.
She felt her soul descend from earth to a world unknow like an autumn leave and came face to face with her silent killer for the very first time.
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Copyright © Masego Nkuna | Year Posted 2023
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