MARIAM ALAYANDE

Tiptoed into the red room, The silence was grave, Tick-tock, tick-tock; even that alarmed me, Resembling the exact structure of a human heart- the clock, This ticks, definitely a language, I believed, So much so obsolete, I slid into the corridor, There awaited the spy again, Tick-tock; I was being expected, Tick-tock; with each louder and stronger than the last, This language I don't speak, So I made it my nest, The spies became family, As the sun rose and set, As an eclipse graced us, Tick-tock; a tick was less, Tick-tock; a spy had been made, With my tender hands I grabbed the spy, It held on to me, The burning sensation was beyond expression, Tick-tock; now going crazy like an army charging in battle, Tick-tock; rising and waning ever so intense, They got up, wrapped me up, Boom! They blew up all at once, Leaving me with scars, That's how loving you was... Scars, Abrasions over Fractures, What's left of a fragile me after my nightmare...

It’s all a conspiracy! Most of the things you see around you, the things you have allowed to be imprinted right in the dark canoes of your heart. Now you think I am making all this up yeah? Just because you can’t handle the idea of the very things the society deems as normal, what you get to eat, what you watch, what you wear, what you see, even some things that you believe, everything is planned for you. And to what end? Only to control the very thing, no one has the access to- your mind! TWO WEEKS BEFORE I sat right across the room, not any room, the club. I sat at a corner observing, listening and drinking. Alone at my table, I just got fired earlier that week, so yes I am here to blow off the steam. If I keep feeling the same I do right now, I am just going to jump over the nearest bridge, and I mean it. I don't even know if there is anything left in this world for me but I was searching for something. I could not really tell the exact thing I was looki...