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Writer's pictureThe Red Wheelbarrow Poetry

The Rupture

Updated: Jun 9, 2021

Olwethu Nxoli


This house is too small to contain a spilling marriage

arguments do not have to be shouted to carry and they do carry

The silence that follows squeezes like too many rubber bands on a watermelon we watch it swell on both ends

tense and shiny

Gleefully waiting to scatter it's flesh all over the living room -the seeds only to be found at some distant cleaning

Still your hands reach for another rubber band and we cower behind closed doors

and listen for the rupture


Featured on 4 February 2021

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