This thing
This thing, whatever it is, was like standing on a precipice with one foot dangling in the air A breeze too strong and I’d be toppling down into the tempestuous sea below This thing that had hatched in my belly and fluttered to my heart Arrested my mind, my thoughts, my dreams; made me a prisoner of what could be This thing that was festering like a sore attended by flies How could I shout ‘ be calm!’ and the rage of whatever this thing was would subside? It was this thing that was putting a wedge between me and him. It wasn’t cool that we were best friends spending too much time together It made it harder to abort this thing that like a foetus had latched its placenta to my heart It was uncanny how much of him I really began to notice Like how his left eye would twitch when he was telling a lie or How he would tear up when laughing at a joke Or the fact that his right canine had a tinge of yellow, like gold in a sea of pearly whites But most particularly how his eyes lingered o...
