Olive Oil

art by loui jover

her body holds colours –
evergreen, black.
a unique splay of mortality
here & there.

the mediterranean man
makes a girl slip on the oil dripping down her thighs, with a
“good day” & a smirk.
his id says nothing but hers, hear poetic words

words – bullets shot at the olea europaea,
pulls down a fruit
she’s in dilemma; haunted
by the thoughts of one who only asked,
“what’s your name?”.

her mind walks faster than her legs,
you don’t need to know how.

Published by Akubudike Deborah

a very determined writer (poet and lyricist), hoping to change the world positively with writing, public speaking, spoken word poetry, music (songwriting), dancing, and lots more. let's encourage each other and live the life we deserve 😇😇.

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