Spine

FISAYO ADEYEYE

 

 

Bonfire said, barbed thing.                           Com

pliant boy.      His skin forged like scarred tissue

over his flesh.                             Toughened husk

an alcove          made turbulent.            A bastard

turned bashful.                               The boy wears

an unruly face.            See the way it encourages

disaster?           Auditions for the tip of the blade? 

This arrogant point                 bellowing inwards.

This spiral bothering                    like a peephole.

Soon, we will no longer ponder          the wound— 

 

 

 


blckfsh / bird enthusiast / benign boy / fisayo adeyeye has works published in souvenir lit journal / nailed magazine / the birds we piled loosely / and he is the author of cradles (nomadic press 2017). find his website here: www.fisayoadeyeye.com

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