Crease by Quayyim Abdul-Hafeez Adedimeji

they say I fantasize about death
 
why won't I?
.
when the only thing death knows
is to mingle and cling unto
our fragile fracas; only to yank
and drip it off and turning the dwelling
it once lived nimble?
 
why won't I laugh?
.
my chatter is laced in words and letters
which death can catch to snap off whenever
it has gotten the opportunity; which only
comes once
 
why won't I sigh?
.
the heaves in throats minces to the
waves which death molds it into;
which it controls when it leap to
heights which it only conquers once
 
why won't I be amused?
.
when death creases into forms to delve
into forests where my soul lies;
treading saliently on slippery paths
to steal the prized possession which
belongs to it?

why won't I fantasize?
.
when the crudeness refining my being
creases when the paints are yet to
mould my image into the canvass?
 
why won't I freeze?
.
when the breeze hits my fertile skin
and leaves it to miff with our beats
and sigh to think of the times when
they would hit us again but we may
never feel it
.
my laughs fills the mouth as I watch
battles which death conquers only once;
getting me amused when waves of words
litter the sphere; free from the coffins
and happy that they escaped before
the plugs drained out
 
Adedimeji Quayyim Abdul-Hafeez is a creative, aspiring writer and a student of laws. He writes from Ilorin, North-Central Nigeria where the heat seeps to lick the tendrils of our muse into scribbled. He is a Sprinng Literary Movement Fellow in the 2019 Mentorship Cohort and a Local Coordinator at Students for Liberty in Africa. He is a lover of nature, realms and mysticism. He writes with the fervent hopes of bringing the societal stereotypes into limelight. When he is not writing, he is either seen having thoughts on the complexities of law or arguing fervently on the basis of jurisprudence. He can be reached via quayyimadedimeji@gmail.com.