I don't know when love became something foreign what I do remember is you building a house made of sand windows made out of autumn leaves oblivious to the emotions of the wind that blew our foundation away eventually you in the kitchen preparing a meal assuming that I was never hungry making me beg for a morsel thinking only you could fill me a bed stained with the touch of others whose names you doused when you stuffed your mouth with mine mountains reeking of lust a landslide where rocks of apathy consumed all of me no longer being considered pretty just dirty by everyone around me I keep tracing steps back to the past there's you I can't stomach footprints of everyone I begged to leave in your name monsters I fought as I begged yoú to leave I knock on the door furiously and no one answers no one lives there anymore I need answers but someone once told me: "You let the dead stay dead." °Gabriella S. Josef° #nojoto2020 #poem #africanwriters #newwritersclub #story
