The Girls In Me Who DisappearedBy Emitomo Tobi Nimisire
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liquor meets flickering cigarettes
fireworks: sin glimmers in this body this is a festival where my soul re-christens itself darkness in heathens' tongues on days light crawls in through the blinds the mirror reflects all the girls in me who disappeared into the abyss fighting, screaming as they slipped: lord save us there is a headstone buried in my chest: here lies a god who couldn't outrun its demons who didn't try to. Emitomo Tobi Nimisire’s comma life was messed up by Strunk & White and Mary Norris. She writes from Ibadan, Nigeria. She blogs at www.nimisire.wordpress.com. Find her on Twitter: @Nimisire.
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