Grudges That Don'T Die Poem by Melanie Emikohe

Grudges That Don'T Die



Old grudges hang
to spaces of his teeth,
and burrow holes,
to become cavity.

The foe moved on,
from door to door
and dwells well.
And forgot details.

But he, live by itg
recounts daily~
what, when, how?
As well as the sores.

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