In my imaginations
Still I imagined
When deep within my thoughts,
I was caught thinking
I raped-
But my own virginity
And impregnated in the process-
My instincts with sheer sincerity
The living will live-
but once
While the dead,
May die but twice
In my bid to traverse-
Over the times troubles,
I crashed
And bowed in reverse
Fear teased my conscience
As insubordination nursed
At my feet-vengeance
I paid all of my dues
And yet owed so much
Hence, in my desire to experiment-
with life,
I traded my breath-
for a dead wife.
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