Tongues bewitch the mouth with the sorcery of words
Handcrafted lies traded off as the morose parlance of love spells
Changing spaces with gazes firmly focused on palatable parables
The fleeting and feigning comatose that paralyzes emotions is besieged in the barrages of its own fear
Bargaining with the stars to borrow their embers
Gnawing chuckles of voices that have swallowed their own faces scripts the puzzles of night dreams
A charming darkness rests in the pupils of the owls waiting for the hoot that hums the night songs to swallow the light
The disciples of conjectures find matrimony in paupers graves written with the dialects of morse codes on faceless headstones
The abyss is attracted to the light and begins to regurgitate all the dialogues of myths stuck in its throat
Mangers are lined out to feed thought eaters strutting like unicorns that have filled the marrow of their horns with endorphins
Analgesic memories are summoned when insanity is no longer hypnotic
But words give demons the will to squeeze the rain clouds dry to quench their thirst never wasting a drop on the oceans
Maybe sealed lips can rescue the hero’s that steal the ink of the lighting painting the sky.
Nkateko Tshabalala is a self-published author of Poetic Flair, Amazon (2018).