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Moth —Soneye Raheemat Ayomide



Moth —Soneye Raheemat Ayomide

In the depth of nights,

When every soul has kissed red eyes welcome, 

And the night walkers struggle to bribe sleep, 

For a moment. 

 

Air was stiff and bloody, 

Moths flew into the next household ready for the journey, 

Right into the nocturnal land of the dead. 

 

Eating deep into their poverty stuck flesh, 

It tastes bad with poverty, 

But it's death anyways, 

They have different taste from vampires. 

 

Dressed in beauty robes, 

Through the inner eyes, you'd see bloodstained garment

That stink aloud!!!!!


Bio:

Soneye Raheemat Ayomide (Prema) is a 20 year old poet and writer. She is currently a student of school of nursing idi aba,Abeokuta. She picked writing as an hobby as it relieve stress and expresses her mind as she is a shy type. She has written many poems which are unpublished.


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