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By Roseline Mgbodichinma Anya Okorie  Stress warning: The following contains material relating to mental health struggles and trauma in no particular order, which may be triggering to victims and survivors I bite my lip till I can taste copper My teeth are tiny fences barricading my throat, Stopping liquid from flowing into my gullet I never knew I could form a graveyard in my mouth, That I could speak with my tongue buried in questions
If time heals all wounds Why does grief have a bitter aftertaste? The only special thing about razors is the ability to draw patterns on skin, Lines & puzzles gleaming in red I don't think loss can be forgotten, It turns into black & blends with the gum It resurfaces when it's time to speak about love I bite into flesh, digging for answers I tease my body with daggers & cleanse it with spirit I will sew my mouth I will suck on my teeth Anybody can be swallowed Anybody can be bone in the gullet - Poking the ears for an escape Anybody can survive this, Except me
5 Comments
I can almost guess that this was written by a male but I'd have good enough sense to check the authors name again.
Ayodeji Adetokunbo
8/5/2021 03:43:41 am
Can it be more real? The pain shown in this context is vivid and strong. Nice write-up
Chioma Azubuike
31/5/2021 08:54:19 am
One thing I know about poets and poetry is one's ability to give your poem a soul, and Roseline did just that. I could feel the intensity of the pain and grief. Leave a Reply. |
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