The Maleficent
By Olatunde Brain
Between your thighs history resides
tales of how blooming flowers cried
till they wither in pains
and rock melts into sand
and rivers flow backwards
How you have turned every jaw into a grave
I wonder what you were before the heartbreaks
and what happened after that
You have become a broken glass beneath the grass
feeding on our innocence
I wonder what your lips taste like without goodbyes
I wonder what your eyes look like without tears
I wonder what you look like when you smile
I wonder what you are in a sane world
If you ever get your shattered heart back in a whole
love yourself a million times before anyone