HyperAlways

Ohigbai
Ohigbai
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read
— Picture by Yagazie Emezi

The clouds are

dark grey

tumbling like

gravel on hills

as it all stampedes forward

I into me

us into the freeway

overthinking

distant fellow sisters

under burning equal skies

under blundering

and pale moonlight

on ebony skin

My mind strolls into you again.

Dripping at your doorstep.

My mind strolls into you again.

Dripping at your doorstep.

pacing hearts panting into palms

waiting, for rain

HyperAlways,

for something to break

Ohigbai

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