Men could be monsters and mourn-stars...
The air of looming gloomy doom —
A dark nightmare crawling into the day-
Fiendish subterfuge serves mainstay,
Harmful plots harming harmless prey —
He is doom, yeah, He is doom.
His next target is the little one,
Small and brainy; bullied by everyone.
At her desk by the front corner —
She hides from the next hit
yet he stares and wonders where to hit.
While the playground came alive,
He whisked her away for a dive-
At the filth- filled shed,
Where she was prodded-
With a big rod shooting from his Khaki
like a pole holding the sky.
As friendly wine trickles in a race —
down her legs like a flowing stream.
His heroic crack came in deafening pace,
Monster kisses of tears rubbed her face,
Hush- hush, yea, she hushed.
A promise of death would it be,
if words surface, hush, yea, she hushed.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sobogun Mariam Opeyemi is a 400level PHYSIOLOGY Student of the University of Ilorin, Kwara State. She is a native of Ogun State but she's based in Lagos. She hope to develop her writing skills and aspire to get better everyday. She can be reached via firstname.lastname@example.org,
She has some of her works on her social media handle, his full name is his Facebook ID.
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