ours was never love enough
to keep my soul dreaming
so when I say goodbye
its going to be the herring’s long journey home

I don't regret the times we had
but hate the times I cried
for with every tear I shed
a part of me died

should I fake a smile
hold onto darting eyes, a biting tongue
shining my teeth like your slaughtering
is an exotic pearl essential to me

should I do this
I will end up dead

Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese

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