Therapy for Dark seizures

By Nnadi Samuel

 

I grew up hating things i knew nothing about.
it takes more than a broad chest to bear grudges these days.

 

so, instead of staying idle with things that cost my breath,
i bleed a branch from my veins & watch my body jerk to mimick pain.
to hold blisters & wear a Midas touch.
to lake into a slim portrait that beams light into an overwhelming darkness.

 

everything solves into gold here,
& i see the gallow in a fan sprinting like a fire outbreak, as the only way put to out this loneness.
It takes a decade to see me in my raw form —wild bat, knitting a forest yarn to make it into a mood-swing.

 

i ditch my head in between a dizzy streetlamp, to inherit a marshland:
a dangling mohawk that ties the air like a teenage wolf.
a thick rope, weaved with longing
for things that pipe blood & pronounce grief through the tip of the body.

 

it traps the wall & i slip into it like a lifeline,
like a knife yawning to slither through sore memories.

 

it stinks like two days already.
a ghost claims to know this body running out of breath,
begging the whirlwind for less than a sip.

 

i wrapped my tongue around an inhaler,
this shouldn't be my last death.

 

Nnadi Samuel from Nigeria is a graduate of English & literature from the University of Benin. His works have been previously published in PORT Magazine, Gordon Square Review, Blue Nib journal, Artifact magazine, Inverse Journal, Canyon Voices, Awakening Review, The Collidescope, Jams & Sand magazine, Journal Nine, Praxis magazine, Ngiga Review & are forthcoming in the Quills, Lunaris Review, Eunoia Review & Elephant magazine. He won the Splendor of Dawn Poetry Contest April 2020, was shortlisted in the annual Poet's Choice award, and was the second-prize winner of the EOPP 2019 contest. His first chapbook "REOPENING OF WOUNDS" is forthcoming in the WRR publisher. He is a co-reader at U-Right Magazine, who believes poetry is beautiful accident.