MY PEN SPEAKS

Fridays 10 am


He just lay there, still, lifeless. She could barely breath. She never let anyone in, and now that she did, he was gone. She'd drunk the concoction to keep him alive but still, he was gone. As she tried to walk towards him, she beheld markings on her hand that were never there before. Everything in the room stilled. Even the ventilator seemed stuck even though it stilled hummed, and the very air became thick and viscous. She couldn't move. All she could here a thousand voices around her, all calling, beckoning on her with a strange longing she could not understand. It all made her feel very cold, dead. Amidst this, she could hear him. He called to her, softly but desperately, and she focused on his voice. The more she did, the louder it became, and at some point she caught a glimpse of him, struggling, trying not to drown in a sea of souls. She tried to reach to him, increasing her focus and suddenly, he was there. Staring deep into her eyes, and she into his. She moved to hug him but fell right through. She looked at him with questioning eyes. She did not understand.

          He opened his mouth to speak, but she heard nothing. She could not hear him, not touch him. Just see him. She tried to think on this, but the pounding on the door wouldn't let her.

          "who's there?" She queried.

          The only response she got was the door being knocked down as shaman elders walked in. One look around the room, and they asked no questions. She was touched by someone and she fell to her knees as darkness closed in.




Victory Okoyomoh, pen name - Victory Wrights is an Optometry Student at the University of Benin. A writer,  both prose and poetry, his works have been published in some anthologies and other websites.  He also run an instagram poetry account - @victory_wrights
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