Soiled White, a poem by Oluyemi Elisha at
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Soiled White

Soiled White

written by: Oluyemi Elisha


Quivering alone in the murk,
Letting out pain in warm drips,
While making to deliberate
Whether to live or wither.

The throes of that distant night
Melts into the wind’s grim howl.
Palpitating with terror,
The weak soul drifts into mess.

Faint echoes from forced struggles,
Like daggers, pierce through one’s core,
Impairing the mind to dregs,
Eroding the soul of worth.

Prudently conserved maidenhead
Made relinquished by some vain brute.
Memories of an ill hour
Would soil that one’s whole lifetime.

But another, on that, reflects
And grins with dry accomplishment.
Say, would, if thou were them, revel
At the sight of a soiled white?

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