Memoir of a saved soul by Duke Kamanda
csriI really needed that,
Her lips said.
But her eyes said much more,
The lids squinted
It’d been long in the goring darkness of routine.
Creases formed at the edges
The muscles finally stretched to show happiness.
The brows had been threaded afore
For she knew she had to look good.
Ah yes! How they’d look at me from below
Who could ever say, no!?
She needed that,
Her lips told me.
Thank you for bringing me back to life,
Her eyes told me.
(A friend I took for a road trip only for her to later tell me that she was contemplating to commit suicide that same Saturday.)
