Pencils
A poem
Published in
Feb 20, 2024
She hid
all the pencils
for
even those
were too sharp;
too obvious
a weapon.
She hid
all the metal,
and
everything else
her body trembled
at the sight of
until
sanity
was her only comfort.
©️ Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó 2024
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