Today,
I saw day,
Turn to night.
I saw blood,
From my sister’s vagina,
Streaming down her…
Her precious thighs.
I saw Father,
With a rod in hand,
He had struck Mother twice and,
Was going for the third.
I saw Brother,
He lay still—heart stopped
Six shiny golden objects pumped into his body.
Blood filled mouth… I’m sorry, he said
I saw Girlfriend,
My heart’s door she’s left ajar,
And to the gor-bellied man,
She’s donated her succulent endowment.
A cock crowed and,
Out came a dog’s bark
Our world’s lying in,
beautiful ruins.
Today,
I cupped a butterfly in my palms,
To my amusement,
A moth flew out.
Today,
I looked into the mirror and—
I saw a boy,
A boy who no longer cared.
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Image by Christian Cruzado via Flickr.
About the Author:
Asamoah-Ojugbana Jeffrey is a poet of Ghanaian-Nigerian descent who writes under the pseudonym Vasily Mikhailovich Doestovski. He has many unpublished poems to his belt and has been featured in some poetry anthologies. As he always says, he writes based on his moods. He believes his poems stands for the voiceless.
Boyant January 17, 2017 02:33
This is beautiful