I Killed Abel

My French tips drip blood,

splattering the earth with sizzling anger;

sending a sweet savour of murder up

to tickle the tear ducts of clouds. my mother the foot model.jpg

A trail of undulating vapour

betrays footprints leading to hell fire –

crackling,

spitting at the darkness

Shanese “Sabali” Whyte

 

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