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Metamorphosis
Then, she was a flower that
emitted rays of beauty
in vile gardens,

the sparkle that chases
gloominess from
cloistered caves of love.

Her fragrance was sweet and
her gaze, the perpetual need of
lewd men who seek earnestly

for vitamins contained in
milky organic reservoirs.
Not until she sold her pride

on the street of ardor for twenty silver
pieces; a barter which
plagued the city between her thighs

with wanton batallion of lice,
Now she rambles around with a skin
exfoliated with soda, it's layers akin to

Jacob's spotted lambs; and her soul
which oozed out incense of
celibacy is now shattered by

lover boys who only upload epistles coined
from the bellies of demons to
hearts of young dames

#Regrets #Change

© daniel ezeokeke