I was standing aside
under a shade─
watching.
And saw her fling another
litre of frowning words
at him again.
This time, he recoiled
from her swishing temper.
This woman…her face.
Her face is a gleaming
maze of asterisks.
This woman…her face.
Her face is a graffiti of tears─
A replica of the livid volcano
insider her heart.
Do you still want to hear her story?
[Yes.]
It started shortly after
she charged through his doorpost.
After finding two pairs of
disheveled sandals lying
prostrate at the foot of his doorpost.
Listen! Please listen…
This story has just
began with a full stop.
So, please hold your peace!
Don’t ask me another stupid question.
Just wait till we meet on
the other side of the interlude.
I promise to tell you more
about the rage that barged
through his doorpost.
Innocent Timothy Rindap
is a Nigerian poet and short story writer. Some of his poems have been published and are forthcoming in Writers Space Africa (WSA), Kalahari Review, Empty Mirror, Praxis Magazine, Brittle Paper, TEMZ Review, Rattle, Drawn to the Light Press, etc. He is an avid lover of poetry, Short Stories and enjoys travelling. You can reach him via his Twitter handle @ikrindap72.
