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