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In this one; the beauty kills the beast!

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In this one; the beauty kills the beast!

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He said
If his beast comes out, it wouldn’t go back
Restrained and tucked beneath the zip,
A joke perhaps
Hurt was not his playground,
Yet he had drowned me in query,
My soul under inquisition,
A start with no stop
That’s not a rule,
I watched consent drown itself again,
Lines blurring like my tv screen,
I started this
So finish it I must.

To lay with regret so cold my spine freezes,
To wonder if love breaks your heart was no option,
So running the knife through his jugular was justice,
For she raged in red
As I bathe in sanctified wine,
Cleansing and atoning for the sins of their kind,
For the unwanted touches,
And lost consents,
But this apology is not accepted,
Forgiveness is not given,
The pits of hell welcomes them,
Jugular after jugular
Till
They understand refusal and rejection,
Till
They bathe in the knowledge of consent,
Call me the avenging angel
But I had to die,
For you to hear this.

 

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Written by: Mariam Alayande

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Mariam Alayande

Mariam Alayande is a writer and poet. She started writing at the age of 9. Some of her articles have been published in a couple of magazines and books and is increasingly gaining more recognition.

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