blame this one on a night of way too much frappe and a few too many stupid romance movies *sigh*
silent screams echo in my head tears roll down unfelt and unseen this smile belies my agitation sweeps all feeling to the cracks and in between laughter rings hollow amid lights too bright eyes stinging from the day's vibrance seeking only shades of grey colors melting into solitary existance
spiteful desires eating me away vengeful thoughts fighting free needing to rend the Impressionistic canvas finding the Blue Period one underneath alone in a room full of jubilance solo in a crowd of pairs watching the masks slip in place seeking single-moment affairs
mocking laughter screams in my head wounds go unfelt and unseen my eyes give truth to my pain windows to a soul bruised and unclean lay my head in my hands fake the smile that so easily shines ignore the dark thoughts taking reign claiming the night's hilarity as mine
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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Felix