My Santa with Claws
Heartbreak during the holidays hits different
Everyone talks about "cuffing season" in November, but nobody talks about the clearing out in December. Having to let go of an ornament when everyone is hanging decorations. I wrote this piece after realising that sometimes the gifts we expect can turn out to be lessons instead.
January gave me hope
Checked in in May
Things were looking good
November promised me a future
I thought I had the year in the bag.
But December?
It arrives with a slash across my chest
A crimson fountain gushes
Smelling like heartbreak and disappointment
Xavier hung up the phone
After dropping three words
We. Are. Over!
I had him down as my Father Christmas
But I guess he's just a Santa with Claws.
About the Creator
Rose Akweley Elikplim Nyanyo-Nmai
Poet, storyteller, and creative advocate exploring the link between African narratives, culture, technology, and the human experience. I write to give colour to the stories that follow me.
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