Water my Soul

so that it may die?

By Nneka AniezePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Jernej Graj on Unsplash

Spill water on my soul

Watch it flay me to the bone

I'm hatred untold

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Nneka Anieze

Hello there,

My name is Nneka, a mom of one living in Windsor, Ontario. I invite you to explore the many short stories and poems that contain little pieces of my soul. I hope you enjoy my writing as much as I enjoy creating it.

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so that it may die?

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