Summer has ended,
and I've never heard your voice...
This loneliness is
boundless because we all are...
I could never sleep through
you disturbing me...
Ifeoma's child is dead and her crying gong speaks...
She has welcomed few treasures into her basket yet...
Drawing his nails
along the cell ground, striving...
I tried to find home
by looking within and...
They call me the favorite, the perfect child;
Their words biting at my fragile skin...
I have become my own devil
Not seeing is believing and can't...