ABANDON by Ariyo Ahmad
My pen whispers to my mind To make a scratch on the seed. Thrown at the balcony of faceless. It landed safely on that filth. Insignificant, it murmurs to herself. Bird of the same feathers, I am. When I was in the shell of my mother. I was pampered and cherished. She suddenly got tired … Read moreABANDON by Ariyo Ahmad