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Blood leapt from his arteries Arrowheads crafted from brimstone and sulphur Threatened to drink the moisture of my marrows- The sour taste of thirst perched atop my tongue- Dark paints painted the walls of my heart sable as The heart of mourners bereaved of a love-light- Water dwelt not amply sweet to douse my thirst- It dwelt not clean enough to clean darkness That clave my heart with arms made in inferno- In bid to rinse darkness that embraced my heart, Comrades from coasts of my birth, birds whose Feathers had same hue as mine took me to bars, Bars blessed with nude nymphs and neon-lights But the bar nearest my abode, an old rugged bar, Its bartender knocked we patronize him but nay Comrades hated the old rugged wine bar greatly- We swarm into nights, rolled down ribs of rocks- So we went to bars blessed with nudes and gins Liquor and wine jugged down my throat like Legions with banners set to slay the depression But rather than slay the foe, they added pa...

Reflection caged in a glass Almost every kid meets the underrated day wherein he finds himself staring at a mirror, watching his reflection mimic every single action he performs. I am an adult, yet I too found myself staring at the mirror. What could have made an adult like me get that curious wonder at a mirror that we ought to normally leave behind at childhood? Hang tight, read on, you would find out soon enough. Well, while I gazed on the ever shinny mirror, though this story is fictional, it embraced my mind like a sour memory. It is the story of two friends who though down and out, kept receiving a pounding from life's pitiless knuckles. Okiemute just received a sack letter from the job he had no option but to do, his friend Emu had just received a divorce letter from the woman he had no other option but to love because she was the only one who had ever given him open arms (only that has changed). Each friend beaten by depression had no time to look a mirror, else t...