Krystal Pen

Fiction, Poetry and everything Literary. Every voice should be heard.

Till the Kongas fade into the night

 

Tap me in the head

And drag me to where kongas sing

And waists roll like boneless trees

 

Tap me in the head

And drag me to where drums lay castles

And ripe mangoes sway behind them like naked winds

 

Tap me in the head

Bury my eyes behind them- nests of bewildered delicacies

Let their feet collapse on the ground like tears from heaven

And my heart become a stream of punctured shadows.

Let the mountains behind them run berserk like cornered voices

And my heart sublime into a bewitched doorway

 

Let them pierce me with the whorish skin that houses those mangoes

And I will remain a living shadow

 

Tell them, let them become mothers of more like them

And I will become a mortal

A mortal, till the kongas fade into the night

And the dancers be no more.

 

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