*Torn slippers~


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*Torn slippers~
(For a daughter captured by mocking-Dwarfs)

my daughter,
slippery leaf that
waddles the sole of
the River canoe. death
won’t swallow me into
its marshy stomach!
fear won’t break me
into its xylophagic
crawling temple.

this still tear that
hills my chin and faults
the hinge of my chest,
is not of your departed
mother’s hymen
but of your Road
that is patched
under the
hunter’s sole.

© Nana Arhin Tsiwah

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