Twenty-Twenty (A Poem)

Ifeoma Ezinne Odinye

Abstract


I watched the breeze draw lines on my body
with a chilly-pen freezing my pores.
In sudden outburst, I sprayed my thoughts in the air,
speaking in tongues only tears can interpret.
Silence echoed back in teary drops
My memories file in lines:

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