Live with me. Or leave me die.

Darkness paints my lids with flavors of you.
Silence screams your voice.
The freedom of your grip erases my selfishness.
In your eyes, the past is insignificant.

Time stops flowering when my thoughts mingle with the memory of your laugh.
I want to touch your soul- with my heart I want to drink your essence, for your you to become my me and our us to be ours.
I relish your image in my lids. I feel the heavens jealous of my affectation. My sickness. You.

You devour my being with thoughts of procreation. You plant indelible desires of intimacy. My flesh only truly rests when merged with yours.
What madness has befallen me? What curse would He let take over me- His pride and possession?
You have become my madness, the voice in my head. I smell you everywhere, even where you weren’t – in my past.

Or might you be my soul mate? May we have met in other streams? Could this be but our eternal dissertation?
My Cleo, I fear death. I fear pain.
My greatest fear, that would rack the greatest pain, will be your departure.

Live with me. Or leave me die.


My  warm wet tongue tinkers  my gray matter,

Eyes wide bulging with veins,  screaming in silence,

My mouth smiles but fangs would have borne the suit better,

My hearts shouts but my conscience is dead already.

Who would know the truth in my gaze? The lies in my breathe and the envy in my comments?

” My best friend’s fiancé.”

I know the meaning of the word...or do I?

Is that my Id taking over? Was Freud right? Am I just a civilian beast?

Why is my heart beating so fast? I know it would but a fleeting moment…a touch…a kiss…I swallow. Hard.

Maybe she heard me. Maybe she knows. Maybe he knows.


Get up and go. You were never here and it never happened. You still have the time to make this right.

How did the voice escape? What is that jumble up of frequencies? Why is my throat so dry? I can’t see clearly anymore.

Everything is naked. When did this happen? Why?

…Why not?

It’s not right. Who decides? It could be…you have to try…you will never know until you try.

She leans forward. She understands my stress. She has come to relieve me…to release me…the outlet hath cometh!

Don’t even think about it,” she says.

Nothing suffocates like shame.

“Can I have your number now?”

I wrote this for a short story contest…of course I didn’t win…but I’d like to get your take.

I even smuggled a smile.
She stopped halfway through the heart-shaped biscuit, looked distractedly at the child carrying a tray of “Miondo”. Then she turned towards me.
It was the first time she looked into my eyes. Our random chat on family and old times had drowned the 2-hour wait. The conductor had just announced the departure of my bus and I knew,deep in my right knee,that this was the lady I would spend my life with.
“Give me one good reason.”
I don’t know why my throat went dry. She had grinned at my stupid stories on travel misfortunes but her dimples this time glowed different. They were carved into her sun burnt skin. Her white teeth punctuated by a single brown spot.
I thought my shirt will tear open from the pounding.
“We have known each other since Form 2.We have grown by each other’s side. My mother loves you, your father hates me.”
Another smile.
“He …has his reasons”, I added.
I came closer, surprised myself by taking her farm bruised hands into my sweaty palms. My breath quickened.
“Amina… I don’t know how to tell you what I’m feeling. The only thing I know is; when I come back from the village, I want to be complete and I feel in here, in my heart,that that smile … is the only thing that can make me happy.”
She pulled her hands abruptly. Stood up and straightened her skirt. Then, she walked away.
I prayed for the tray of “Miondo” to crash on my head.
How appropriate-my watch stopped.
14-05-2020 12.15pm.
Then, the sweetest sound on earth:
“So… are you coming to take the number or what?”