bonfire
tonight, we are gods
re-entering the realm
of moans/our breaths hitched/
your fingers savouring redemption
beneath me/ i moan in blues/
All time low is breaking the speakers/
you turn my body into a home
searching for refuge/your lips
sucking my demons out/ i am
made of fireworks/ i glow as you
thrust/i shriek as you go deeper/
tonight, i am a bonfire/where you
cremate your fears
behind every flashy hair & lashes
is a belle that groans with the touch of
the peigne. she blames God
for the texture of her hair.
she curses the weaver.
calls her wicked. brutal. & heartless.
behind her smile is pain & a physical
anger bites every finger seducing
her strands of hair.
she named the pin; a blunt pain, using the cutting comb is dwelling in anguish.
lashes have the story of a blurry
retina, & a girl — dying. praying not to
die of
blindness.
she curses the copulation between the bond & hair. she harbours torment
her tongue can’t describe.
Crack
You crack out of the family picture.
You taste like genocidal memories
hanging on the tongue of a lone boy.
You wring the night into a moonless sky,
were you sorry? are you sorry? is this not wrong?
You crack out of the family picture.
Into silhouettes thawing the window slide into sad memories,
a rose for the fragrance you breathe, for the air.
You crack out of the family picture.
Into the body of wind, a besieged god floating on air,
your throat should shriek in my mother’s cries.
Sadness wrapped in our smiles.
you look better than yesterday’s sorrow,
i hope you enjoy tearing salt out our eyes.
You crack out of the family picture into something too sad to own.
Dipe Jola is a teen poet who writes from Lagos. An ardent lover of art & literature with an unhealthy obsession for sunflowers, Ed Sheeran’s music, pizza, Safia and sweet poetry. She was second runner-up, EOPP 2018. Reach her via IG @dipe_jola.
