Uwakmfon Ukobo
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BROKEN
i hear tapping but do not register the movement of my feet, nor the vibration of my body. my heart is pounding like a string about to cut. i finally understand the notion of a swirling head. i wish to speak but an invisible bandage seals my lips. i want to move but am hostage to my chair. i try to drown out the talking and focus on the sound of the rotating fan above me, but it only amplifies the blood flowing into my ears. i just want this moment to end, and to be free once more. they say ...
Tired
They say good things happen to those who wait. Patience a virtue. Longsuffering a gift. All things I have run out of. I am tired of disappointments I am tired of losing. I am tired of crying. I am tired of heartache. And most of importantly, am tired of being tired.
Ties that bind
The gathering of people connected by blood doesn't equate to togetherness, and I am constantly reminded of that. Smiling I shake hands bow and kneel where appropriate. But the smiles wrap around my face as a tape impeding my breathing. My hands feel rough and calloused from the pressure of empty handshakes. My knees are scraped and I feel a little blood trickling from them. My mom nods her head acknowledging that I am doing the right things. She doesn't see the tears hidden behind my lips up tur...
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