SCI-FI/FANTASY Poem, by Ayomide Jayeoba

Mother, Murder, Murder.
Bene Gesserit.
She is the mind-killer,
The little death that brings total obliteration.

In her, a living mine,
Words like spells and chants unrepelled,
Echoes in her belly,
A seed from the heavy blue.

Bodies, on sand seas,
Murder, on Shai-Hulud’s Street.
Her long cloak, like streams of dusty winds,
And her vision, like oceans of colic signals.

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