She had carried Achieni in her palms when she was born, the size of a small dehusked coconut, premature. She knew then looking at her tiny eyelids, nose and mouth that she would love her. That something good had come out from her, from the evil that went into her.
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She knew then looking at her tiny eyelids, nose and mouth that she would love her. That something good had come out from her, from the evil that went into her.
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Poem: The Rhadamantine Judge
Rhadamanthine I hear you whisper Handing out time like cakes well slivered From whose perspective is time too heavy Crime so grave the hangman's not so crazy Victim's corner still shudders at the temerity The guilty in the dock feels it's an eternity The gallery fist pumps up above in unity Justice slow cooked seen… Continue reading Poem: The Rhadamantine Judge