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you hate to say it, but you’re still a
stranger that looks the world from afar.

there are beautiful gallows at each piazza
that opens the route to the royal family

—this path is dubbed by belladonna &
foxglove. Tell, which step shall you take

through the wild that won’t get you
vervained &; chillied like a bald warbler

at random nights where the beads on your
waist, nor the cowries shall jingle a sound

but your tongue isn’t safe, lingo rolls on
a wheel off your jaws & notes of sounds

are picked like tulips & cactuses. Brace
yourself up, wish everything you love adieu.

you’ve disked yourself out of your body,
the tunes you hum is of the west life. Your

home does not own you again, you’re but
a coiled snake in a sink that rambles words

as bubbles. Nobody hears you again,
you might just check your leg for the juice

of hemlock on your right sole & for
your left, buttercup is spilled all herein.

we don’t jeer our hands to curl up stained
fallen heroes around our cocoons. The lips

we once kiss you with, throw spits at you
now. No homecoming herein, yeah?

Ogun, 2021

Sunday T. Saheed is a 17-year old Nigerian writer and a member of Hilltop Creative Arts Foundation. He is the 1st runner-up for the Nigeria Prize for Teen Authors 2021, and he was one of the 84 finalists for the WSICE (Wole Soyinka Cultural International Cultural Exchange) program, 2018. His works have appeared or are forthcoming on Augment Review, Open Leaf Press Review, Rigorous Mag, Cajun Mutt Press, Kalahari Review, Cruzfolio, Gyroscope Review, Spirited Muse Press and Applied Worldwide.



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