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Landslide
By Ezinne Ukoha

 
Slipping and sliding nowhere to turn
 
But then below a reprieve
 
Only for a second
 
When I catch my breath
 
I realize the borders are glass
 
Crashing down with noiseless sensations
 
Heads turn and silence is the enemy
 
Why do the hands of the clock move without reason?
 
I shutter to think what they must feel when the final season arrives
 
I search for answers but frantically I am shut out
 
They know who dwells within me and yet the equation remains unsolved
 
The elevation divides and the questions sift freely through the air
 
Catching them quickly now is almost unfathomable
 
But then there is tomorrow…
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