Cyanide Love Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Now that valentine day is yesterday
Birds on nest what happens next?
Just let it be, maybe but would it be
An error or a world without a mirror.

Everyday even yesterday
She kneels on her heels
Not praying but cleaning
The mess from dropped eggs.

Everyday she says
I love you to a lion
Feeding him directly to mouth
With her hands; bit by bit
Love skins her alive
Like deer in a lion den
She feels defenceless and weak but
This sickness is her usual fitness.

Sniffing too often
Breathing too heavily
Giddiness and headaches
Those are the symptoms: doctor says.

Today it is vertigo
She knew long ago,
Just like human and raffinose
Unbreakable in the digestive track

This unbreakable love
Has gone deep down that track
Engraved and imprinted in her
That's all she knows.

Tomorrow's emotion
Certainly will bring confusion,
What worse could happen
When treating flatulence by wearing a lens?

She truly perceives no oxygen
Looming in the air but something
Mistaken for love in the air called cyanide
Too late, she has inhaled all of it.

Now that valentine day is yesterday
Birds on nest what happens next?
Just let it be, maybe but would it be
An error or a world without a mirror.