The early morning clouds witness as I orchestrate my body into a cottage of flames
for what is proof of a man’s valor if he doesn’t know the taste of fire. I sit in the
backyard ignoring the piercing wrath of the sun’s shine as my lighter sharpens
the countenance of the cigar in my hand. It’s only the third hour of the day but
it’s already my fourth attempt at cleansing the bullet wound in my soul with smoke
And to every one of the previous three- now depicted as bare ashes lying haplessly
on the ashtray set before me, I had lent a part of me. Perhaps this gnarly cough I give
out after the second puff of this is a true depiction of me- Beautiful chaos. Flame balls
like bells from a desolate cathedral shoot out of my mouth and my skin struggles to house
it’s fume, if this body was meant to contain all my desires, why then are my lungs the center
of a brewing war. Oh!, It’s only flesh. A wilting flower. I hear the rooster’s crow loud and clear
as dusk creeps up on me but probably it’s only a whisper, probably it’s just another one of my
many hallucinations. By this time, my eyes are all blurry but if the world around me would continue to
be this fading dream, then I would have it no other way.
Amoye Favour (he/him) draws from vivid Imageries, life experiences, and experiences in his various relationships over the years when writing his pieces. Popularly known with the pen name “The Poetic Newton”, his works have been published and is forthcoming on issues of “The Literatus”, ” Maintenant”, “Written Tales”, ” Masticadores”, “Pickles Magazine” and many other publications all over the world . More of his works can be found on his Instagram handle @thepoeticnewton and whenever he is on the blue app,he tweets with the handle @amoyef
This was beautifully written ♥️