With a smell of my mama’s breast milk;
And a t-shirt or occassionally a shirt in my mouth;
Crunching and crushing it with my two little teeth;
The only teeth I had had, in Zulu we call them abathakathi;
With […]

He stood over me
Our eyes met and locked
His eyes had such intense emotions
I stared into them to remember the day it all began
The love, the passion
All is lost
As blood splattered on the floor
I hear her […]