We read the sticky notes on her wall today,
“What separation technique is used
To separate pain from life?”
“How does a fish who lost its gills survive?
Does it befriend the tides or surrender to
The fangs of the waters?”
“As a man releases sperms and knows not
Which will fertilize his wife’s ovum, a writer
knows not which piece will fertile his egg
Of fame or fortune. For some it is their first,
Others, their suicide note”
“Why is my body home to flames, to fire
And everything hot?”
“There’s a difference between light and fire.
[One is a gentle glow while the other is a
Wildling, clawed and undomesticated]”
“If a woman’s body be burgled, who’ll fix
The broken window without mocking her?
I think it’s better to lube the hinges with tears
And take sides with silence, it mocks no one.”
Claire’s body was a house on fire,
No flame, no smoke,
She never tried to call the firemen,
We only woke up one morning
And saw that our friend had become
A bag of ashes.
Author: Ehi-kowochio Ogwiji
Ehi-kowochio Ogwiji is a fresh university graduate who majored in Agriculture. She loves to write and wants to explore the mental health of creatives, writers and poets alike.