low angle view of pink flowers against blue sky


by Olowonjoyin Muhammed Sanni

a chord strums in my earpieces &

that’s how I know how to unwear

some memories that cliché tears

in them like tornadoes cliché havoc.

my skin, a burnable piece of grief, &

songs, fires soothing the sprouting

seeds of heaviness in the loams of

my bones. I, fettered by loneliness.

I, fettered by everything leaping for

oxygen in this poem like my mother

leapt into the hands of divorce papers

and floated away. a memory is haunted

before hibiscuses of rhythms tangle

themselves in my fading, head tilted

in disillusionment to the walls of a room

that’s familiar with the taste of ennui.

and a memory asks, are you happy now?

and I say, another

memory will fade into a song

before escaping through my mouth.

a symphony crossfades into Alan

Walker’s Faded & I become a slave to

every memory that soon fades from my

claustrophobia. oh utopia, I’m here,

where are you now?



 Olowonjoyin Muhammed Sanni (he/him) studies Biochemistry at the University of Ilorin. His works have been published or forthcoming in My Woven Words anthologies, Poemify, Livina Press, Arts Lounge, Nanty Greens, in his head and elsewhere. When he’s not tracing biochemical pathways, he’s either writing, playing games, reading tweets, or thinking about making his life better. He tweets @aperse_ and on Facebook as Olówónjoyin Muhammed Sanni. 



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