A Very Short Story Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

She came in like the whirlwind and swept me off my shaky feet;
She paddled on her troubled serene sea, on her boat of betrayals;
She sang till the sky opened her window and washed her whole;
She weaved lyrical lines into the wind and I cease to exist with love;
A very short song, she sang of our love; but the thunders were too thunderous.

She chanted psalms into the air, her voice ressurected my soul;
She sneaked into a corner of heart, she trampled upon it like dirt;
She sang an hymn to the clouds, beckoning the cherubic angels of love;
She cooked my favourite dish; venting into the dish oodles of cattiness;
A very short song; melancholic and menacing; she did made sport of my love and life.

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