From Hell Tenants Poem by Adeosun Olamide

From Hell Tenants



The passion melts
My flesh welts
I fleet ‘way

His ring bay
My fire smother
As belong ether

He pulls back
And face smack
My blouse untie

The moan rise
My heart cries
He grasps highs

A sun rise
His corpse rise
The keen flies

My noose calls
The flat falls
In hell crawls

Sunday, February 22, 2015
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