Shadow of Death
She trusted her therapist the rapist.
Her baby bump, a ticking bomb.
Pangs of birth. Pangs of death.
Baby girl, but she lost her.
Mother of mercy, dead and buried.
The rapist raped mercy to death.
Without mercy, I killed the rapist.
Going to heaven and feeling cold,
I branched off to get warmth.
At hell’s gate I was greeted,
"You are welcome!"
© 2018 John Adebisi