Sandra Chinonye Nwadi
Chills
Curled up, I wonder in my bed
If you often have me in your thoughts
Or roll over timelessly
Thinking about just me
as my mind roams
At unpatterned intervals,
I too stretch and flip over.
With you, I feel the throbbing,
Quickened sounds of my drumming heart.
I am almost always over the mountain edge
And I do not know how I climbed up.
I can feel the burn
spreading from deep inside
Burning up my light skin
To an invisible red
Always; I chew
the edible words
You feed to me
Wanting an answer to your proposals.
I cover up with a thick
Blanket of who I am and what is best
From the feuding fever that chills me
Each time I think of you or not.
This feeling of the fever,
This feeling of the cold
A flaming phenomenal ill of some sort
Creating chaos, unwanted
These, I can not bear.
Birds and
Cakes
There are those
Who guard the cake
Like their lives
Depend on it.
They are the eagles.
For their lives do depend on it.
That’s why they speak the truth,
Write about the truth,
Fight for the truth and
give judgments about the truth.
These are the ones
hunted for
And sometimes are soon dead.
There are those
Who hate to guard the cake
They too must have a bite
They flock around as birds
but so filled with concrete greed
They avert their minds to
How lonely the graves are
And how alone we go in
Cakes, birds, vultures and all.
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