Wonder Oluwagbenle

You slashed my wings;
The hopeful wings that had just begun to sprout,
Brandishing your reward in the air.
I am a child; but my bones are grated and mashed to
soothe trembling fingers.

I feed the grey man with the food mother gives to
father every night.
Those unforgettable nights when jerky thrusts
And moans join forces to wage war on saviour’s bed.

Mother brought me out of the bottle untimely. These
controllers of dreams!
On the first night, my walls crashed and dripped
blood for a lizard ripped it apart.

My lips reeled out father’s first name on the second
night at the hour of gross darkness.
The hour when the grinding stone caresses its
mother.

God dropped me in between your thighs but you sold
me into the hands that man who batters me with
woes.

See! I have become a ghost that will infiltrate your
dreams with damnable woes.