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by Olusoji Obebe |
he hangs his memories like some undried linens
on the line, pegging them done with
difficult silence. Sorrowful sighs. Rumblings as of the skies when withholding the downpour.
as today turns to a rough sheet of paper
bearing hard exams of the past, he loses confidence
in the contents hidden in the neat folds of tomorrow,
in anything called rain on the desert where he had drilled for water.
so, what does he do?
he filters into the alcove of his home—a home that now
is a body of heavy remnants of shattered hopes,
of fainting sounds of love, of
portrait of blood plastered on each wall
and like a sand castle that
shall perish if the foot is withdrawn.
Here, a home is a beautiful place to die.
because everything beautiful dies in home.
Image Credit: Healing Roadmap
Awwwwsome teeth, bro.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if you saw
Jesus-comes com ...
He's gotta lotta teeth
(a double-edged-sword).
GBY
Lol. This is funny. My teeth are selling my works. Lol. Thank you.
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