FALLING WATERS
by Lade Falobi
Falling Waters – Second Runner-up of the 2019 Kreative Diadem Annual Creative Writing Contest (Poetry Category)
My mother says when it rains and one needs to pee/one does not need to find a toilet.
I cry in the rain so she doesn’t see.
The rain pouring from my eyes is heavier than the one pouring from the sky.
I cry in the rain so she doesn’t see.
The rain pouring from my eyes is heavier than the one pouring from the sky.
I hardly ever feel the one from the sky
Think of water racing so fast through a hose that it bursts it open all over.
Think of the heavy slaps of water in a waterfall as it hits the floor.
Sometimes my tears are the storm.
I like storms.
Now think of water traveling down the window of a moving car, a child enthralled by the movement and tracing dreams in the mist behind the window.
Think of a tap that does not quite shut completely, tiny drops of water falling from its mouth.
Sometimes my tears are the quiet drizzle.
I do not like drizzles.
Imagine pointing the barrel of a gun at your head.
Imagine your shaky hands, too scared to die but too scared to live.
Imagine deciding to pull the trigger because it is easier to die than it is to live.
Imagine the dead silence after.
Not the quiet silence of death. The quiet silence of failing even in this.
An empty gun never fires
and you have been shooting blanks.
Today we live
Why not put up the other poems and fictions that didn’t make it to top three on a kinda platform on this page so visitors could read and react, rather than conditioning them to the ones you have selected. I mean people would love to see what relates to them and probably, all the selected haven’t. There are chances that they will be touched by other works and thus wanna visit every time to read something they love. It will boost the page too, just saying anyways.
Thanks for the suggestion. We will look into it.