MY MOTHER
And so...
She danced with fire on her dark breasts,
With thunder and lightning above her head,
Her eyes were red like crimson.
She called out my name...
A different one entirely,
I turned blind and deaf to my mother's thunderous call.
I struck her with a four legged table,
Just before father had restrained me.
I wondered if this was my mother:
Dressed in white, covered in native chalks,
Like the chief priestess of amadioha.
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the ripper
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