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Wednesday, 4 September 2019

The Day Dorothy Disappeared by Dimakatso Sedite

Content Warning: This poem contains depictions of physical violence.

He enters her kitchen like a wind from Namibia
Pots clank in fear. Her face, a mature firm fruit,
becomes a fracture. There he stands, a rod on two legs;
She wilts, like a peach forgotten to be picked.

Her fear is shreds of plastic trapped in barbed wire,
as his anger dances in the randomness of the room.
His slap slices her cheek like frozen rain,
she flies into the air like a pencil sketch in motion.

Fear floods her floor; her walls are cold—
a twisted memory of their honeymoon warmth
Men drinking beer on the verandah outside
have slid away like syrup from hot coals,

like serpents into the next drinking corner,
as if her screams were of a wandering wolf,
as if her cries were silent like wool hiding in holes,
as if her cries were just hiccups trapped by walls,
as if she was a screaming animal trapped

in a never-ending pool of ecstacy.
She scrubs the smell of him off her dress,
gathers splattered pieces of herself from the ground,
fleeing to where the sun hides behind the mountain at dusk.

From: https://brittlepaper.com/2019/05/day-dorothy-disappeared/

Date: 2019

By: Dimakatso Sedite (19??- )

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