Author’s Note : So I hope you are good.Im still working on my series(Still dealing with my addiction to procrastination..hmm)I hope it gets ready soon.This is a poem I wrote years ago in SHS.Enjoy
We are killers
Look at the blood
Its coppery smells intoxicates me.
We killed her
The blood drives me crazy
Her round-face haunts me.
Like the face from my worst nightmares.The spider with the human face, screaming in pain.
Her cries taunts me.She shouts my name
Whenever I shut my eyes
Like the Larbis in my school days
She attacks when I least expect.
We called her names
“Mother of none”, “Empty womb”, “The woman’s whose birthing right was withheld by the heavens”, “witch.”
We called her all sorts of names. Making and coining custom-made names just for her.
We cast boulders at her with the superhuman strength of our lips.
We led her to lose a husband.A man who wasn’t man enough.
He run when we begun.
When we began hurling the stones, just days before we progressed to boulders.
We dragged her with invisible ropes.
We dragged her to the bridge and forced her to jump.
With just our lips. How powerful we are!
We are murderers.We are killers
She died silently, without spilling any blood.
Yet our hands are soaked in blood and our heads are filled with her screams.