i am a spider in a cocoon, dwindling,
i stumble across the stretches of marks on my own skin,
a stuttering destiny,
rotting dreams and burnt out nostalgia,
each click points me to the shallow fountain,
each flip guides me through broken slates,
will the next rope come from my school?
or will I hang myself before good news pinges my email?
Until the web springes from underneath my nails
Until my dreams pursue my reality into wake
Will a miracle come or will i hang myself under the shackles of a deserting hope
Under faultless stars
Wrenching beneath a guiltless face
Festus Obehi Destiny.
Underneath my nails.