December 16, 2022 By Thokozile James AbuseAfflictionAll WorkFavouritesFeaturedHealingLatestNewPoetryReflection Worn She was a muse In the hands of those Who handled her poorly Who built castles in the sky Upon her shattered smile With the fractured pieces of her heart Without regard for her unguarded while To devour her like used rags And recycled paper “SHE WAS A MUSE IN THE HANDS OF THOSE WHO HANDLED HER POORLY” Share
December 19, 2022 By Thokozile James All WorkFavouritesFeaturedLoveNewPoetry Wood & Oil She smelled like wood and oilBasking in the pestering sunThe stench of lumber and brushwood Share Read More
January 18, 2023 By Thokozile James All WorkFavouritesFeaturedFloweringLatestNewPoetryReflection SOUL THIEVES It reeked of deathThe stench of quietusWith mangled breathIn a naked room Share Read More
January 6, 2023 By Thokozile James All WorkFavouritesFeaturedLoveNewPoetry Bare Devour me with eager eyesAs you watch me unlayerThe many faces I wearThe mismatched pieces Share Read More
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