~~~THE SPY~~~
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Tiptoed into the red room,
The silence was grave,
Tick-tock, tick-tock; even that alarmed me,
Resembling the exact structure of a human heart- the clock,
This ticks, definitely a language,
I believed,
So much so obsolete,
I slid into the corridor,
There awaited the spy again,
Tick-tock; I was being expected,
Tick-tock; with each louder and stronger than the last,
This language I don’t speak,
So I made it my nest,
The spies became family,
As the sun rose and set,
As an eclipse graced us,
Tick-tock; a tick was less,
Tick-tock; a spy had been made,
With my tender hands I grabbed the spy,
It held on to me,
The burning sensation was beyond expression,
Tick-tock; now going crazy like an army charging in battle,
Tick-tock; rising and waning ever so intense,
They got up, wrapped me up,
Boom!
They blew up all at once,
Leaving me with scars,
That’s how loving you was…
Scars,
Abrasions over Fractures,
What’s left of a fragile me after my nightmare with the spy?
A life without life,
I’m everywhere,
I’m somewhere,
I’m nowhere,
All at once,
Trying to gather my shattered heart together,
The mission was over,
The spy had gone rouge,
I’m by myself,
Tears over wine,
With my broken heart,
As my heart vowed never to love again,
Time is an equality to healing,
Tick tock tick tock,
I was back to normal,
An illusion I believe,
I’ll never be normal,
Except an adult can become a child once again,
Now I can identify the spies,
Rain come, Sun shines, Snow falls and Storm strikes,
Did I win,
Did I loose,
Everything being equal,
Tiptoed again into a red room.
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WRITTEN BY :(MARIAM ALAYANDE)
PHOTO BY: (LAVASCAS)
"Tiptoed again into a red room"
And the cycle begins ����������
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Yes…Thank you very much.