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The dark skin tag below Dineo’s bottom lip never bothered her, but it troubled the little girl who was playing with it. She kept wiggling the raised mole and she pulled a face whenever it moved under her plump fingers. “Doesn’t it hurt,” asked the young girl. “Only when someone plays with it,” Dineo replied. The girl stopped and a sheepish grin took over her rounded face. Her lengthy dreadlocks fell fowa...
Submitted to Contest #113
The brew had been cooking for 2 months. Every night I meticulously added one more ingredient into the blackened, cast-iron pot. The stone-wall kitchen became the place I spent most of my nights. A sage coloured coal stove sat awkwardly against the wall, with a chimney that extended outside the kitchen. Whenever I came here I added more ingredients into the brew. A brew whose recipe was given to me by a spiritualist. One thing I noticed about being in the kitchen is that I weighed much less than I actually do and I was alw...
Submitted to Contest #97
TW: child sexual abuse As I stared out the window into the overwhelming darkness outlined only by the shadows of dying trees, I remembered one of my favourite Jay Electronica lyrics. Staring out the windows is for love songs and house flies. The man sitting beside my bed almost beheaded me with the shrapnel of his words when we once argued about the meaning of the lyric. It didn't start as a heated verbal assault, but with him, it never did. I watched him as he sat next to my lifeless body. He knew I...
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