Shadow of Death
She trusted her therapist the rapist.
Her baby bump, a ticking bomb.
Pangs of birth. Pangs of death.
And so she died giving birth.
Now mercy is crying for justice.
The rapist raped mercy to death.
Without mercy, I killed the rapist.
Going to heaven and feeling cold,
I branched off to get warmth.
Seeing hell, I woke up sweating.
© 2018 John Adebisi