Motif of Pain
the scramble letters of
life, converse in diglossia
that its dead weight
mutters two syllable:
salty puddles, or
combat.
Memory and grief
Some things mama left undone:
a suckling who needs an urgent un pair
a galley attendant
a cotton ball to
cleanse
Papa’s ichor
Some things papa left behind:
a red bank note
a tattered monument
all the things they both left behind:
memories marinated
in a bowl of grief
Ojo Taiye is a twenty- three-year-old microbiology graduate from Nigeria. She loves books and Anime, in that order. Taiye has some of his muddled thoughts published in a few e-magazine.
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