Krystal Pen

Fiction, Poetry and everything Literary. Every voice should be heard.

This shall not pass/ Poem/ Nemine, Funge-owei Michael

This too shall pass like hymens
bruised by dark lonely nights
this wealth that we reek of,
too, like caterpillars
and butterflies
this greed that rewards us with white beards
and others with immaculate arts of wizardry
too, like milky skies and honey clouds

But this shall not pass;
this silence plaguing once lively rivers
this black slicks floating on yellow surfaces
this droplets of death revealed in letters

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