Ignition

image by Trina Hess

Ignition

jerk, 

rocket booms

How many secrets 

hide in your room

Stories of malice

tendered and twisted

Slaughtering souls

You hate that

are gifted

Forsake i not

the clever catch,

Motorised in tidy batch

 Speakers announce

desired win,

For dreamers

are few and far between

This jaded world

 outside hence polished

damaged cells,

refuse acknowledge

Built by dreamers

Clutching clouds

Float on air

and scream out loud

We are unbreakable

This scribblings

and i

we'll sigh

with exhaustion

and loosen a tie

sedative skin

relax in our limbs

tease out

stranded words within.

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie