Thursday, January 11, 2018

Ayoola Goodyness Olanrewaju wwrites

an ear

last night...

i was an ear
by the holes of filthiness
by the teeth of saw-ants...

i was an ear
like a song nailed on the cross of cacophonies
like a virgin rose tramped under hurried feet
and bruised by her own thorns...

without a face
without the songs of goodbye
to mother and her tales of tortures
to my twin sister on the other side
struggling for life...

and before i died
i became the wooden gossip in the heart of the shelf
a victim of blames...

i became
what the book said in the book
an ear without a saviour
an ear who killed her mother
and divulged her secret of blood.

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 Rose And Thorns -- Ronda Richley

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