My head’s lover


Remember that man I told you I loved and loved me? Well in my head? He came back knocking at the temple of my ear. I knew he was coming only to dent the crown on my head and I shouldn’t open the door. Besides I had locked my heart in my rib cage. A baby girl is tired of breathing borrowed air. I shouldn’t let him in I’m smarter than that. Now if only I can find that key. The last place I saw it was my eye lids. I used it to lock up my tear ducts. Oh well the tears may as well start flowing again.

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Pencilmarks and Scribbles Magazine was founded in 2017 by Clara Jack to be a home for African writers, asking them to come as they are and giving them room for growth. The publication aims to give back to the Nigerian Literary scene for the things it has given us.