And The War Gave Us What We Asked Of It- Onyedikachi Chinedu

It’s here. The smell of decay pervades the town. We had corpses as mango seeds corset on the brown; hoping the first family unfolds like fingers of a spring flower. I break the loaves of bread to seven unequal halves: two for the man who bodies the filament; five for all the whitish beams of … Continue reading And The War Gave Us What We Asked Of It- Onyedikachi Chinedu