PAINTING MY HURTS TO Binty

By Uwen Precious Ogban 1 weeks ago

i.

Sometimes I wish I do stick my

Head in clouds and allow its

Moistness wash stubborn memories of you

To replace with ones, not hurtful and deep.

 

ii.

Sometimes I bellow underneath droplets

Of water, from my shower shooter.

As it reawakens sizzling moments

Of we both.

Leaving me to find faults in

The choice you made to leave.

Finding reasons to breathe.

Finding truth in my nakedness.

Finding remains of you in my baldness.

Such flakiness!

 

Why, or however do I think

You even wish to return?

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