EREMITE POETRY

​VICTOR ENITE ABU 

BROKEN

broken China plates
litter the floor
as I tiptoe around the shards
 to pick up the debris
 
This is how love shatters
 when two people
 fall hard from
the illusion of forever
 
I hold on tightly
my fingers
deep in your skin
You recoil
 
It's a game we play
always
stretching the limits
of our patience
 
I'm too into you to see
that hurt is not the visible marks
 on the skin
 but the scars in the heart that refuse to heal
every night I run my hands
through the
 darkness
seeking your body
 
most days I feel
the walls of our room
cold. empty of purpose
your body absent
you are not sorry
for the broken pieces
you tell me
I wake up to an empty room

MY BODY

The last time
Father saw me
His eyes were swollen
With remorse
 
He stood there
Moored
To a silent wish
As he watched us leave
 
The last time I saw him
His eyes were closed
With formalin
His wishes buried with him
 
Every dust I sprayed was
A prayer
Not for his soul
But for a mine
 
Every tear a plea
To forget
To forgive
To unburden this memory
 
The times
I craved
His presence
In every punch
 
 In the embrace
 Of the boy
Who dangled his love
To chew me up and
Spit me out like a gum emptied of its mint
 
In her whispers to fill that
Void
In every
Thrust
 
My body
Is a journey
Of broken promises
And goodbyes
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BIO:

Victor Enite Abu is a graduate of the Federal University of Agriculture, Abeokuta, where he studied Horticulture. His works have been published on Brittle Paper, 20.35Africa and the defunct RotesMag. His Twitter handle is@EniteAbu

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