Outlander in Father’s House

pluck purple feathers
from a brown bird: use its blood to write letters
to one who thinks of her – to no one.

shoot green arrows
at the red apples of my father’s eyes. he doesn’t care though,
don’t worry just
divide in twain – body & soul;
take one with you: i don’t know which, houses antipathy.

blue cages.
red flesh.

keep going

form a rainbow from white light
&
from black light
create a girl’s face,
with hands reaching out from the hollow of her father’s eye socket.

you can’t paint her body, now.
her body repels colours, her mind’s trapped in someone else’s head.
her soul?

somewhere you don’t want to know.

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 πŸ˜‡πŸ˜‡.

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