Once
Sore had all the attention
…on the leg of a big man
It got the hot water and the Manbee
And tasted plaster
…as flies hovered for little bites
…even as claps scared and trapped them into death
Every morning saw it attended to
Every evening saw it pampered
Until it turned into a scar
II
The scar was neglected
And so it started feeling unloved
…unwanted
…uncherished
…and uncared for
All flies stopped hovering
Till it bothered scar to bits
III
One day
Fingernails scratched a bit of scar
And one fly followed the tiny blood clot
…to woo the small sore
Scar with its little sore
…thought it had come back in season
So started bluffing and covering itself
…always loving the cover of cloth
…thinking the flies will multiply
…for it to get more attention
But it was never to be
IV
So the little sore died without attention
And scar, through the pain of old age
…accepted it was no longer in vogue
…neither could it go back to its fresh skin state
It sadly relegated itself to the background for the hot shots
And got lost in wrinkles
…until death sprinkled its tinkles on the body
…which ferried it into oblivion
That ended the tale of the conceited sore
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 19, 2021
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