Roxanne Emmanuelle Asogue

Mother, Look at Me

Mother, I think my insides are decomposing politely. Can you not smell it, or have you grown so used to my rot that you call it “obedience”? Mother, I’ve become quite a candle burning, devouring, unbecoming so quietly in the…

Periodic Tirades

I was on my second set of lateral pull-ups when I heard an idiot say to another idiot: “I was having intercourse with my girlfriend when she started her period. I dumped that tramp immediately.” Dear nameless dude at the…

Money is Honey

Each day blends into the next; a never-ending cycle of deadlines and quiet resignation to the system when survival means two steps away from one’s purpose. What are dreams if not a fool’s currency when a paycheck is what keeps…