Glissade

I had an opportunity to try migrating without risking everything, a chance to make a mistake and fix it if I had to.

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

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

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

Familiar slogans clog social media pipelines. The red river swells with braids undone.

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