Written by Freddy Nyezi
I turned the lights off and
My mind was dark.
I waded through the sand dune
And my heart was heavy.
I heard the phone ring
And I recalled the names
They called me.
And my hands itched for the Gillette.
My wrists opened up to the blade’s caress
And I watched the life spill out of my hands,
I watched my life spill onto the floor.
Each scratch,
Each tear of skin was not a scar.
They were tattoos –
Badges aligning themselves
On my arms. They queued.
They were like pats on my back,
They were the chances I had given
The world to change, to accept me.
With blood seeping out of,
What was now,
My severed skin,
I reached for my phone to give life
One
Last
Try.
Two ones after a nine,
I had punched in.
The light shone in my eyes
And I was blinded.
I cried out loud but my mouth was silent
And all I felt were muffled screams
And a lullaby
A hum, vibrating my skin,
Putting me to sleep
Synaesthetic
My heart raced faster
And adrenaline ran through my veins
This was the most alive I
Had ever felt
But I
Was dead
Inside
I woke up to a face staring me down,
White man with a white beard,
Doctor Steinberg had saved me
Again.
Comments