Cutting Ten

the silent street
bears witness
to the emptiness
of her soul
and when the sun
comes out to play
laughter dies in her heart
laughter dies in her heart
as her tears fall stone hard
on the blossoms around her
oblivious to their enchantment
sniffing only the stench
of rotting entrails
rising from within
rising from within
tears of rage and loss
cry hard, cry blood
for if you do not
allow your friend to cut nine
you will not cut ten
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu

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