He was my bodyguard
And became my cover cloth
Then turned into my sweet dreams
Like an effective god
He ruled my world
Without him, all malfunctioned
Then a flirty wind blew him far
Into the arms of a fiery witch
Who had a battle with love
I saw, I wept,
And died minute after minute
As the witch ate his parts
When all he had left were bones
He sauntered back
Pleading for my locked hands to open
The arms which visited its ancestors
And were whipped back to reality,
The arms whose bruises have come to stay
Thoughts of the bites of the witch
Thoughts of no flesh on the market
Thoughts of rejection and pain
Flash-backed and fought-forward
The tears which fertilised the soil
Refused to join the tear ducts
And the heart refused to open the arms
Until the tears flew into the tear ducts
To put together its broken parts
Thus ended the beautiful story
And the horror that followed
He was turned into a delightful bone for dogs
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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