The girl with the darkest eyes,
Tells me,
How the agony feels sweet,
When it is a concept inflicted by her own wits.
How she has learnt to harness,
That sheer darkness,
Lurking in her thoughts,
To use it,
As it used her hands,
To draw red,
Angry marks on her hips.
-Tell me more.
-Oyin B.
Have a great day!
Love,
Oyin.
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Darkness and Light
PoetryThe kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.
