Metaphors

While the world pivots on its axis
I stayed put, wearing my grief
Like a brightly coloured sari

While others sought prayer, meditation and song
I reveled in the solitude of my tears
Aware that time slipped by

While salvation was preached,
damnation found me
it stole my breath away
that beautiful sad thing
mysterious like a cigar whispering its love.

Abasiama Udom

Abasiama Udom writes fiction and nonfiction. Her poems have appeared in Isele Magazine, Conscio Magazine, Stripes Literary Magazine, and elsewhere. Her fiction has appeared in Sprinng, Parousia, and other publications. Abasiama is interested in new chocolate and pad brands. When she is not reading or writing books, she is watching FC Barcelona, trying to understand humans, writing music, or dancing to songs she may never understand. Find her on X @abasiamaudom and Instagram: @abasiama.udom