Time differential,
sprawl on the inflatable bed amidst chores
Not knowing how the thief breaks through those ports,
a fearsome knots of gelatinous substance
Marking X on calendars
an inconvenience to all preconceived
engagements,
you slip back to the first day of visitation
there were no knocks
just a cold slither of liquid
and the blood that trailed your toes,
a shawl towed your scampering
you sat like a kitten in contact with a fox
then the school bell rings,
this curdled wool of red solution
intercepting your gait
a reign of entropy in your soul
till you flung the sweater at home
and your mother welcomes you to the
a hub of womanhood and spelt the perils of being caught off guards or a boy crossing in between legs;
she patted your back and served you something hot with chillies and soursop
the night wore and your father still barked orders at you unaware of your pain
you curled on your bed and wish the pain will grind to still and after so many days,
you bore the pain with anticipations,
a prepared bowl for tears and a seared heart to welcome the raucous pangs.
