Beware of the green
It consumes all that is not viridescent
It wipes out all that it deems unclean
All else is but misspent
Albeit, Green is life, It is the color of the mother.
Oh but the mother is treacherous
She is the most dangerous lover
Fighting her children as she gradually deteriorates
Though one truth is to be told about her
All this is in her defense
It is her children who murder her
She, too, fears to be eaten.
29-year-old mess from Johannesburg. “A collection of dismantled almosts,”