Nigerian-based Michael Akuchie lives in Lagos Nigeria. His works have appeared on Barren Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, peculiars mag & Vagabond City Lit Mag. He is Contributing Editor for Barren Magazine.
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STILL FADING
I crawled out of the moon to hear my heart weep
streaming down the sky, I leave God lonely as a shadow
I can not feel my face through all that light
every muscle inside hides underneath skin
my family hates the wreckage living in the attic
wrapped with unsaid words, the language remains unfriendly
cold air seeps in from the unclosed window
I know it wants me because it starts digging out wounds
unconcerned about invasion, I long for silence
It is never okay to inhale hate
& return home where regret stings most
I estrange this body by backing off from existing
I simply want smoke clouds fussing over me
unseen hands starting a glow this flesh will see
I am next to drowning & I do not know its taste
the river engulfs me to prove a point
calling out my name so I will bask in desperation
a longing to carve body from the death of a voice
every place visited carries different colors of rejection
My body is talked about like a gruesome punishment
saddled up, I navigate through hallways black with grief
Salvation is slippery when I make trouble for calling God
& loss walks down the aisle to become inescapable
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