Two sentence Creepers

She had established her presence in the kitchen, decapitating the restaurant of its master chefs.

Her head sat idly on the dining table. 

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John -2017

Six Word Stories 1

"Happily married:

     Bloodied teeth. Speak otherwise."

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017

CLOAKED PESTILENCE

You knock on my door to dominate my house,

I fight against you but you rip out my guts;

growing weaker each day as my heart slowly rots,

as my burning flames of life, you affectionately douse.

The sun’s glare pierced through the crystal clear window,

beaming dreadfully off the blade of your wicked scythe;

with your empty eyes that were ever so blithe,

my wife, you would soon make a defenceless widow.

In the distance appears a grapevine,

as I slowly begin to flatline.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017

INTERMINABLE AGONY

Arise, O compatriots is drowned by the thundering tanks,
the earth tremors at the ejaculate of the holy war.
Teachers lie prone from bullets delivered to their shanks,
dismissing dreams of being lawyers to become a dastard's whore.

My notebooks bore the brains of my beloved friend,
her ambitions flowed on the crooked lines of the pages.
The crow sings of the deaths that have known no end,
our burkas reek of the vagabonds seed that leave ivory traces.

I am forcefully wed to my scurvy captor,
as a confetti of shell casings bless this unholy union.
We are rescued from the bridewell and conclude this spiteful chapter,
but our oppressive liberators would prove to be masters of delusion.

For a paltry morsel of tuwo they possessed us,
and our honour flows from the vulva confessing their lusts.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John -2017

SISA

School halls are flooded with needles,

and pavements are plastered with blood.

It drags us to commit atrocious evils,

sweeping through Athens like Poseidon's flood.

Rows of teeth are parted from the gums,

adorning a deep cola-brown cloak.

Our brains disintegrate into scantling crumbs,

as the cloudy bulb causes me to choke.

The traffic light fills my heart with anger,

as its emotions become volatile.

It prepares for war with its eyes of amber,

as my soul is drowned in my bile.

This white shawl of the mountain's peak,

clothes my mind till i wake up next week.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017

DISGORGE

The trunk was still and the log was bare,

looking at its southward peripheral chunk,

fantasising about bright petals in a vacant stare,

as the air filled with temptation's funk.

An insatiable thirst for pollen soon overcame him,

as his leaves began to rustle against his device.

A protrusion was born from this sinful whim,

strong and solid like the arctic ice.

Diligent and brisk strokes were delivered to his bole,

and aurora burst forth from the cortex.

A great force bellowed from within this pole,

and a tempestuous tide broke through the fortress.

The closing zipper symbolised the end of this battle,

with the paper in the can bearing his mule's saddle.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017