Within The Walls

Happy new month!!! This month, we shall be having guest features on this blog and today, we would start with that of a friend, I call him my personal Doctor, Mubarak Abiola Mohammed, WeirdmaskmanNG. He is a Doctor in the making. Most times, I am blown away by his writings. He is weird but he…

The yelling doll πŸ‘ΆπŸ½

“Loose was the stool. Trickled down the rim of his undergarments,” said the mother Tensed, fidgety and visibly confused The little poor thing looked dessicated, drained of vigor with chapped lips Looking longingly as though spectre-struck Grunting to the whistling warble in his pants as he projected another episode of Ill πŸ€’ “Be calm, dear…

Red

“Let us make man” πŸ¦Ήβ€β™‚οΈ Flesh πŸ₯© and bone 🦴 WormsπŸ›for noggins 🧠 Breathe life into his nares πŸ‘ƒ Stuff with rheum πŸ’§ and, Liquor in the vascular train πŸš† Black & White Lengthy & stout Talkative & taciturn Fill ’em with juice of white, potion of red, And sweat of cream; The water of…

Clogged

Brought in with speed and fury Plumpy, the envy of skinny Voice, muttering Breaths drawn with fits and grunts Like a woman heavy Hands clutch the chest as the cor flutters Head buried in Manus as doom looms Eyes shut as she entertains Malak al-mawt Tubings in her nares to smoke the reaper out her…

Little ones

Little ones, little ones Put to the blade; unfairly bade Blood spill to still the course of tradition upon the hills Yells of pain, all but squeals to the “healer” who part their skin with sharps Skin-deep burns to sweep demons off the bums The little ones yell for help, but their yells are taken…

Within The Walls

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Happy new month!!! This month, we shall be having guest features on this blog and today, we would start with that of a friend, I call him my personal Doctor, Mubarak Abiola Mohammed, WeirdmaskmanNG. He is a Doctor in the making. Most times, I am blown away by his writings. He…

Balance

Much is yet to be known About one’s survival in the cold The goosebumps, the shivering and folds The numbs, the clattering, and shrivel from the biting cold Awakening the energy that stirs within, untold Streaming in vessels with the steam of warmth Hands buried in hide, to shield the warmth That sips between the…

Stale

He tried the bellow Channelled his energy from within To express his deepest affection and regrets To atone for his misdirections and poor judgement To breathe life again into what seemed unstoppably raging at a time But the extinguished funeral pyre had no glow in it anymore The lustre was gone, the splendour dead And…