• ezees_diary 6w

    I trust no one
    I tell myself

    But I listen with longing eyes to those who tell tales of faith unbroken
    Drooling at the thought of lies untold and promises kept
    Breath quckening as i remember my arms flailing,
    Feet scampering through the hot summer sand
    Disappointment as fresh as Newly baked bread
    I feel the single drop of sweat trickle down to my lips
    Almost as salty as me
    As the one I dared trust let me down over and over again

    I trust no one
    I tell myself

    At least not
    Until eket pays me the 30 Naira he owes me for catching his headless chicken.
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