Day Done Clean
I come from a place where the spirits walk among us.
They carry black kerosene lamps. Ask me to fetch parcels for their friends.
Walk with your eyes straight, they snarl.
Don’t think to look back.
Nov 28, 2024 | Poetry, PREE 13, RAIESA ALI | 0 |
I come from a place where the spirits walk among us.
They carry black kerosene lamps. Ask me to fetch parcels for their friends.
Walk with your eyes straight, they snarl.
Don’t think to look back.
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Scarface
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