DON’T

There is a slitherer
Snaking without fear
For he owns your urges

Like thirst owns the night
Like Guilt owns sight
Like frustrations delight owning

Like we argued about seeking distance
And about seeking closeness
And said I don’t fucking care

Just so we would not say
I love you, you are mine
Don’t sleep with him, don’t sleep with her, Baby.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

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