It lies concealed
Like a well-hidden pornography collection
Hello my darling
Ready for a measure of counterfeit affection?
It shifts and shields riddles
Yes, every drop of feral resin finds a crevice
Just as gravity flits
when she senses treason
There goes the procession
With precision, they pace, like starving hyenas
A game of hiding underneath
You ask for another chance
So you can handicap the sun with the ash of bitter jawbones?
Ever mindful of the fragile thread of a screw
Before the spine severs its own vertebrae
Bernadette Richards is from Cape Town. She is inspired by diverse forms of art and believes that creativity is one of the best forms of therapy.