Sleep No More – For Barbara

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Barbara Tommie, Christianity, Death, fake pastors, Ghana, occultism, prophecy, Spousal Abuse

Sleep No More

flimsy wind

your candle glows to dim

on the whimsical threshold

of  love…

the darkest side

2

on leafy green parchment

your story unfolds, glittering

to conclude

on a bare earth

one with the dust

not even ashes

grey as death

can seal the gaping holes

of your bullet riddled  body

ash to ash

dust to dust

3

sleep no more

the hand that sheds

innocent blood

the blood you took

from her virginity

sinking your fangs in

to draw life

her essence

to feed your misplaced basest instincts

on the altar of her love

you desecrate

with booms of your gun

a soul is snuffed

hers…

kill and thou shall be killed

sleep no more

Celestine Nudanu – 16/09/2020

Rest in Perfect Peace, Barbara Tommie

APED – Prompt 10: Adele

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Adele, APED, divorce, Family ties, relationship, Spousal Abuse

Done for A Prompt Each Day, a daily dose of inspiration. We are to use a  minimum of three words from the set of ten below to write a story or a poem.

Adele

Cascade of tears slid on to the green carpet as she hung her head in shame. For the first time she noticed how off beat the colour looked in the pristine modernity of the old man’s living room. Just like her announcement to leave her husband of six months. The word divorce didn’t just exist in the vocabulary of her family.

She could feel Papa’s piercing hurt reeking from his eyes, enveloping her in a tight hug. “I’m grateful your mother is not alive to hear this, Adele.”

Adele raised her eyes, soulful to meet his. And she felt gratified when he flinched. The bruises on her face had swelled to almost comic proportions. “Even with this, Papa, you still say that to me.”

With one fluid motion, Adele ripped off her thin creamy blouse, almost gossamer in texture, exposing her supple breasts. When her father averted his eyes, she willed him to have his fill of the lacerations zigzagging on her body in a macabre dance ritual.

Trembling, her voice croaked in a whisper. “What about you? Do you wish you were dead not to see this?”

Adele almost pitied her father now.  Amidst her sobs, she saw him turn and stare at her body, disbelief and horror warring for supremacy on his now defeated face.

Copyright © Celestine Nudanu

10/06/15

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