BURIED WITHOUT A COFFIN- ODUKOYA ADENIYI
the river behind you wouldn’t stop screaming like a woman’s body burped by anguish. the half-eaten stars above your head glitter like angels’ skin smoldered by blazing wings. the window opens wide, the sleeting fall of the moon’s soutache. a lush hush of embrace, the wind cooing underneath the tender breasts of the city. the room smells like a ship, flown into flight by the tide of … Continue reading BURIED WITHOUT A COFFIN- ODUKOYA ADENIYI
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