Njikonye Charles

I was hauled in,in an unjust slate to pack upthe unguided flotsam of our broken trust.I guided the laying fervor till itturned my skin.I kissed it daily, the sun peak,with the side of my dying lips.Though it’s gored,I never howled nor teared. We always,were never always, twistedin love with each other’s reflections.You said a ‘Bari’,And…