Brittle Paper: A Piece I Call Myseryemotional | Batsirai Chingwena | Poetry

  I’ve often felt that the world thrives in my misery, that angels dance in my despair and gods find rise in my sorrow. I sometimes feel like heaven’s gates would be slammed at the sight of my face to allow the earth to swallow me into darkness But in the earth I will find […]

  I’ve often felt that the world thrives in my misery, that angels dance in my despair and gods…