Glissade

We will forget the death that now stinks up the city centre, dark hallways into the doors of offices

To escape from fire is to die by water.

I may say I tried the best I could to stifle an instinct But the quiet invitation of your transparent gown…

She knew it was me who took our stepmom’s bottle of kayan mata and poisoned it.

But these precautions didn’t stop Ekene from dying in his sleep.

ISSUES

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