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Scream
By: Benedict Ofora Okonkwo
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I felt bad within any time I see it
The hatred it create was a force that shook me
He should die a painful death
The very thing I’m trying to run away from caught me between my legs
He should die a painful death
Every now and then, I dream of him
I want to strangle him
But I couldn’t touch him
He choked me as I try to break free
But I couldn’t, for he was stronger than I am
I look on helplessly
As I felt my soul moving away from me
He should die a painful death
It was not the enemy I don’t know but the very one beside me
He smiled at me and bent down to touch my face
My eyes were opened but I couldn’t see
A cold hand over my body
He turned and gave out a loud scream
It was my own reflection!