The house sat, hinged on
fragile peace;
tension, thick enough to
be sliced, pulsates
as each steps cautiously around,
afraid of waking the devil
beneath each heart.
Smiles that do not reach the eyes,
laughter that simply couldn't
penetrate
through the onions of pain,
bounces off the hollow
and cracking walls.
Pain metamorphoses into anger
and anger chameleons
resentment.
Trust flew out the window
as suspicions
entertain themselves.
Lurking beneath hooded eyes,
fears of the inevitable
lies hidden;
nightmares of the dusky shadows
mocks sanity.
She never belong, she knows.
Nostalgia of Mother spills
yet, in her heart of hearts,
she knew Mama would
never understand.
She will thrust her own
child away into
the clawlike grips of strangers;
Her ears are deaf to the cries
and sobs of her own blood.
©Hannah Damilola Ojo
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