MONDAY
to stare at a mirror to feel hungry
sadistic sun to sinister moon
the world spins to points of non-recognition
fuel that drives you out of bed
you buy time in exchange for life
fear commoditized
the phrase ‘things change’
speaks only to those who expect to get returns
it does not work that way
it only works one way
you will work work work
the work of lungs counts for nothing
the heavy sigh holds no weight to a signature that sells the soul
mouth to chew
on train of thought
thought shaping frown
frown turned smile
then frown again
a running memory and nostalgia
nostalgia deferred
fiend of your inner circle
following you around
then sitting with you
fiend light hearted and shallow
the fiend is your shadow
forever remains unproven
end of time unproven
movement movement movement
the sound of a clock can never stay still
in your chest
is blood and beauty
as you love and feel pain in the same colour
the eyes scream
drumline
head throbbing
beat swallowing you
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Poem © Sihle Ntuli
Photo by Danielle MacInnes on Unsplash