Ignition




image by Trina Hess

Ignition
jerk, 
rocket booms
How many secrets 
hide in your room
Stories of malice
tendered and twisted
Slaughtering souls
You hate that
are gifted
Forsake i not
the clever catch,
Motorised in tidy batch
 Speakers announce
desired win,
For dreamers
are few and far between
This jaded world
 outside hence polished
damaged cells,
refuse acknowledge
Built by dreamers
Clutching clouds
Float on air
and scream out loud
We are unbreakable
This scribblings
and i
we'll sigh
with exhaustion
and loosen a tie
sedative skin
relax in our limbs
tease out
stranded words within.


Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

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