The Hills reported you!

They report you
They report you

They hear you
They hear you

They saw how you broke
Her heart with a dull shattered glass
In your pocket

They see walk away
Yes! You walked away
With vulture cursing pinch

You promised her
You promise her
Sweet licking
Saintly devil
But left in the
eyes of the jungle
Whom you tore her
underwear skin
Groaning painfully in the dark

You disappointed the eyes
That stare on
With your tilapia look

They told me
They told me
The whole jungle echo about this
How you left her
Crying by the river’s blood




About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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