That’s the only thing I could see
As it was my favourite colour
It was comforting me in this cruel at of humanity
The moment my soul got shattered
My mind was filled with mixed emotions
The winning one being hate
I was saving it for marriage, but he took it by force
God did not exist at that very moment
He was winning, the drunk man
Smelling of foul, entering my soul and ripping it straight out
It was far from over
I could hear the thump of my heart
It was the sound of my brain losing a conscience
The sound of my heart losing love
The sound of my soul giving up on God
And the sound of my innocence saying its final goodbye.

By Keneilwe Choeu