Frothing out the mouth
Clear saliva blocks unclear syllables spilling out
As you try to say “thou art no air” and your eyes roll back
While my vernacular spear hits your liver and you go out cursing
Saliva and red blood merge for informal valentines
On the dirty floor
Love your flaws
They are all you have.
I stab your gut because you make your problems mine
How the fuck am I supposed to know about your midsummer night’s dream
In your game somebody almost always has to die
Today it’s your turn
Here he comes
Coming around the corner
Shakespeare just got stabbed by the Zulu he shakes from the spear
English tutors what will you do now?
My most insincere and sarcastic apologies
You cry figurative tears of what I shouldn’t have done
Now wipe his blood of with your PhD.
Sihle Ntuli @districtmcmxc is a 23 year old aspiring South African writer & Rhodes University Graduate his work can be seen on New Coin, Saraba, Itch, PoetryPotion, Jiggered Magazine, The Grounds Ear Anthology & Aerial 2010 Anthology among others.