She by Xara Hlupekile

Plants seeds in the cracks of her bones

Waters them with the liquor from last night

Or the night before

Sprouts flowers in the scars all over her body

Worships the moon and lays naked on the floor at 3am

Gets on her knees and worships you

Lets the weight of your day break her back

Takes off her skin lays it at your feet,

worships- You watch, loathe the sacrifices

laid at your feet

Loathe everything else that came with her warm


Xara Hlupekile has been scribbling on paper since she was a little girl. Now a content writer by day and a poet and short story writer by night, she is casting light on a mostly dark world, one word at a time.