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DEATH OF MY DARLINGS

by monicah-kiptoo

I met a man in church today Reminds me of my sunshine He led the praise and worship team I kept looking And wondering What was it.. Maybe his brows Thick and distoted Perhaps that archaic smile Or his short teeth No,not his face His voice perhaps? The colour of his pants? The green On my favorite watch Painted on my bedroom door Maybe it was just me On another episode Of my imagination Relentlessly Primal and raw Yes! I must kill my darlings I will strangle them by the neck Slowly and surely Strip them of their beauty Of their allure Always captivating Motivating And cultivating And I will prepare a dirge In their honour Ooh their beauty I will praise Their creation I will Forever be thankful for Ooh darlings, I will weep for you And then let you go I need you gone Good riddance! Tears...
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Written by
monicah-kiptoo
Kenyan
Published
Oct 27, 2014
Time
2m
Tags
#death#change#muse#kill#darling
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