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A Slain Queen

Her usually irritable husband, Maina, was being too nice and polite. Eerily so, considering the heated exchanges that often defined their tumultuous one year marriage. Maria couldn’t even remember the last time she donned her marital ring. Wedded bliss had dried quicker than wet paint. On this ordinary day, he had

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The Loud Silence

In the dead of night, beside the light post I no longer hear voices of laughter Just toads gulping down scores of mosquitoes Even crickets have sought refuge No one paving paths through the thick forests Not even the noisy drunks The once bountiful plains now reduced to dust and ashes Germinated with rapidly springing headstones Silence has

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Feminist First

Excuse me sir but I am a feminist first Yes, you mister with the litter of disdain you throw my way At my hair, my face, my shirt Armored in your spick and span, suit and tie Betrayed only by the ensuing silence that follows the forbidden F bomb, Expressed in darting eyes, Aaargh! She

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His Beard

The ultimate accessory That emphasizes his masculinity, Intensifies his hero complex. Never to be put down With his stubble in tow. Steady mocking on the low Long as she, Shiro, the zero, knows. Don’t dare blow the whistle And unload the pistol ‘Cause his stock will plummet Faster than Shiro’s hooking knickers on payday Screaming checkmate After that late night I’m late

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Ringing in Mind

As I lie in my bed, Staring at the dark ceiling, in a flash, memories come.   There she was in her bed, staring back at me. She enclosed me in her arms, Her warmth was ice-cold. She held me tighter And I pressed her body against mine harder.   I could feel her heartbeat, Running through me. I could feel her breath around

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Love Made Me Do It

             Please lie to me Please lie to me, tell me that I’m not her, Lie to me that I complete your world In my dreams I should share your name Should wear your ring Because I’ve always been your girl   Sweet mercy, these dreams keep me sane Visions of mothering your unborn son In the clouds I

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Indoor Citizen

I lead in loathsome regard, The unwelcome lullaby of mosquitoes. Eyelid flutter After Eyelid flutter, I slap my face in sleep when they pause their creepy chorus to indulge in the brew of my blood. One of my two windows has an ugly wink, Like a one-eyed widow, Widowed by a random stone from the heinous hands of

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