each time my nostrils open arms to welcome its lifelong guest, i think about a love, one of still birth. i think about the many pictures i have of sadness hung in the salient echoes of my heartbeat. now: every black gown i see looks like the last one i felt on her skin—the times we fused lips & laughed at the flowers sprouting from the corners of our teeth. in her absence i till the soil on my flesh with nothing but loneliness as tool. i eat my thoughts during the day & at night i make peace with grief just so i lure sleep. six months of bliss cremated: the ash—buried deep in the wind.when my eyes decides to seek solace in the comfort of its lids, i would suck my breathbackwards—to where it all began.
Bobbybryan Uzoma is a Twenty-five year old Nigerian writer. He is the author of a poetry book titled: The Artist, which he self-published. When he is not writing, he plays Scrabble and Chess. He writes from Lagos, Nigeria.
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