SWEET, BITTER SINS

Your fears and tears

Make you shiver

But even a refuge river

Can’t save you now

Guess who holds the whip?

That lass

 

That lass

Whose mountain you climbed

With deceits and lies.

The lass you axed down in triumph,

You should have uprooted her roots

In your jubilations

 

You, my dear

Should’ve read more of Shakespeare

That bit about the fury of

A WOMAN SCORNED

Ouch! That must hurt! More to come

Hold tight

 

When you roared

Like a lion

And the land saw her shame

You thought it had ended

Now she is in the driver’s seat

And you’re the passenger of torture

 

Like an elephant seeing a bush fire,

Even hell is running

But you have no escape

Sweet vice versas

Turning round, the woman is

Chewing the snake that bit her

 

Your throat will be dry

As you lie in her fire

She’ll be standing there drinking water

With one hand

And holding and pouring onto you

More fuel with the other

 

You’ll burn

As lions tear you limb by limb

As mosquitoes sing songs

With your blood’s energy

As other animals scuffle to get some of your leg bones

And pythons stretch you like a tyre

 

They will leave your heart for her

She will wait until it is well cooked,

Take her time to study your face,

Watch you pant

Take it from its enclave

And tear it bit by bit with her burrowed tigress teeth

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014