Short Fiction
Tlotlo Tsamaase

Dreamports

My spirit aches. Reality is severed. I’m trapped in a glass room. Time is water, streaming by. I’m underwater in the current of time, watching time float by. My hand on the room’s thick glass, unable to shatter it, unable to get out. Even if I escape, time will drown me.

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Short Fiction
Tlotlo Tsamaase

Murders Fell from Our Wombs

We’re just two ordinary girls in a city bludgeoned by its state, modernity submerged in technology stabbing the stars with pollution and nonsensical dreams.

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