Treasure Island

chize ryan ogunkah


Ghosts of a Troubled World (1)


THE GHOST OF HATE (existence)

On ‘you’- on the other side of the speculum
It’s me, its you, it’s being
He looks and loathes, then lips then lies
On the corner of his face
He makes a wry smile
Churning truth and trick
Clinging onto the clear with an opaque bloodiness
Drifting to and from both ends of his wits
To capture in a foil
Pure plight and pursuit

Submitted: Thursday, August 25, 2011
Edited: Friday, April 26, 2013

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