Today they returned
like nasty potent parasites;
our wedding vows, your face.
Failure, my seasonal bride.
The memories haunt;
honeymoon and kids.
Bloody salty falls,
like acid; a kiss of hell.
Fruit of inequity,
this unending marriage;
I’m addicted
or is it just fear of change.
You called again,
I fell off the wagon, again,
like a seasoned junkie.
is there salvation for me?
I appreciate still,
the silver lining;
shedding light in the dark,
teacher. Life’s greatest staff.
Yes; wet kisses, caress, orgasms.
Occasionally. There’s another,
much different; defining me,
and it’s not you.
Read – To Love a Crazy Witch by Obioma Obinna, Nigeria
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