today i sit here
Try my best to write
this,A story of my life
its been a lifelong struggle
raging here in my mind
from childhood till now
a voyage of discovery
that forced it way out
after many years
hidden away from all
including me, the culprit
from not letting it out
but that which is locked away inside
must surely find its way out
for your own good this must be
as i rise from the shadows
and let it out, at liberty
to be free be yourself
able to peruse this life
hidden so long inside of you
About the Creator
Betty Chebet
Always ambitious in transforming thoughts into words.
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Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmasa day ago in Horror
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