Razors for Breakfast | Zoë Gadegbeku

This isn’t something new I have just added to my diet. Neither is it a trend, nor another shortcut to the kind of beauty that mocks and berates those who don’t possess it, one that taunts from screens that sting tired eyes with their glow late at night. My jaws have been galvanized for this very purpose, teeth fixed in place like steel bolts in the neck of a crossbow, a roar for a voice like a high-powered engine.

I have always kept razors in my mouth, turning them over and over with my tongue, but long before me, there were women picking thorns out of their palms, bringing back royal heads wrapped in a tattered tricolore. They soaked gunpowder in hot water and rubbed it into aching muscles, and used it to wash their feet crusted over with mud and the crushed souls of the enemy. These women dragged timid men to war and trampled the pages of a history that forgot their names, their strides drumming up the same dust that will eventually settle on the books I will write and leave behind.

This isn’t something new I’ve recently learnt to do. Neither a twisted party trick, nor an illusion to make you squirm and wonder how I made it look so effortless. The blood dripping from the point of my chin onto my chest is yours and not mine, theirs and not ours. It is the last remaining hint that we once sliced them in half and licked away the evidence. Today I had razors for breakfast, and the taste of victory still lingers on my lips.

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Zoë Gadegbeku just completed her first year in the Creative Writing MFA Program at Emerson College. She is a 23 year old originally from Ghana and currently dealing with the nostalgia of missing out on a humid DC summer after 4 years of undergraduate study there. She is still waiting for someone to send along a marching band and some flowers to congratulate her for surviving the past year spent discussing adverb placement and “what’s at stake” for short story characters.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/HerWildness
Personal blog: https://shewhowritesreality.wordpress.com/

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