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MY BODY IS A WEEPING HOUSE:

It’s 12am & my mind slowly walks
to take a bath in the pool of its own sadness.
My body is a storied building,
aged with death.
A portrait of my dead father occupies the first floor
with his ghost eating my memories away.
A decaying chunk of my heart tears itself away and runs up the stairs
into emptiness.
Upstairs, I’m gagged by the smell of my dead body
murdered by my insecurities,
rotten in the scars of rejections.
I pick my body up
& tuck it inside my coat,
hoping I breathe.






Oghenetega Grey is young girl that writes from somewhere in Nigeria. She spends most of her time painting pictures of the worlds within her in ink. Her poem “Wailing mother” was shortlisted for the 2019 Nigerian Students Poetry Prize (NSPP).

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