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Needling
The leaves move to an amapiano breathed by God.
But later they will be bedridden—
like this mind, gulping pain like burnt prayers.
I call it living,
tracing life between paper edges —
afrobeats needling into me at dawn
to erythroid memories.
I’m a lover who hennaed my beliefs
on a benign pulse between my clavicle.
This gut too ferments happiness —
most nights, impulses keloids me
like Eve’s pomegranate on my lover’s lips.
So, to write, I let my feelings semen my mind.
At times, I open wounds with my teeth—
breathe silences,
syringe memory,
like a seizure grieving its own tongue.
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Olaseni Kehinde Precious embodies the multifaceted roles of a poet, content writer, blockchain researcher, and SEO specialist. When not diligently optimising web pages for search engine rankings, Precious can be immersed in creating captivating content or crafting a literary masterpiece.
