Gravity God
Your lover had proven himself to you the first time you spoke of Ikechi’s death. You told him about the nightmares you were having as he moved fluidly through the kitchen, shutting and opening cabinets, whisking eggs and a panoply of ingredients in a slapdash manner. You had harrowing visions of a man hanging from a ceiling fans that had thick slews of cobwebs between its blades. You dreamt of a body struggling for breath, eyes bulging like a gargoyle, tongue turning blue, a network of veins sud