Whispers on my skin (Poetry by Ayanda Pristine Dlanga)

WHISPERS ON MY SKIN

 Ice cold waters dance upon the tips if my skin,

pondering scars lingering in the dark

Ready to engulf, ready to steal what's never been,

Ravaging my soul, through the darkness embark.

Ice cold waters devour,

Like the razor blades intimate with my skin

Bleeding me so deeply, soaking me wet, savour,

Every bit of my skin, licking at my vein.

Ice cold waters like words that tip toe on my tongue,

Little truths waiting to expose my ravaged heart,

Frozen tears, like the emotions that I've never sung,

Thawing slowly, a sorrowful work of art

Ice cold waters, trickle down my spine,

Soothing the ache of these memory's weight,

Calming the sting of love's sharp decline,

Bringing calm to my heart's dark state.

About The Author 

Ayanda Edna Dlanga is a talented writer and author from Limpopo, South Africa. With a passion for storytelling that spans many years, Ayanda has honed her craft, creating relatable and impactful works that resonate with readers from diverse backgrounds. As the author of "Luminous Wounds," Ayanda's writing explores the human experience, weaving tales that are both deeply personal and universally understood. Through her words, she invites readers to reflect, connect, and find solace in the shared struggles and triumphs that make us human.