blood on the dancefloor

By Daniel Aôndona blood on the dancefloor somewhere in the belly of this poem lies a half-broken girl. she puzzles at everything. why beauty slips off our palms, damning the tightening grip. how pain jerks itself into our bodies. she prays to know the theories of survival. how not to be swallowed by wars. i [...]The post blood on the dancefloor appeared first on Nigerian NewsDirect.

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