Oozezi
Oozezi Creative Collective
In my head she’s living, In my head Of every thought that is caught in the webs of my consciousness Every truth…
Once upon a night so clearly — lit with moonly might and merry,Did I behold a sight so very — very quaint…
Am I allowed to shed a tear?To flip my smile and watch my fear,As it wraps its hands around my wristAnd whispers…
The cab jerked as it turned into a narrow alley, dust kicking up like secrets in the wind. “Don’t lose him,” Kelechi…
Kelechi fumbled with the door handle, bursting into the guesthouse like a dog off its leash. The strange encounter he’d just had…
It was done, I was convicted and by the love of my life at that. I watched Maria Rodden walk away with…
Kelechi barely slept a wink. His eyes were rooted to the ceiling as he laid on the thin mattress. Zara had offered…
She nodded, her eyes not leaving his. “This... this wasn’t the interview. This was just me wanting to know you.”
I started to pull the knife out as slowly as I had pushed it in; there was no screaming or laughing for…
She smiled. There was something honest about him, unguarded in a way that felt rare.