Pièce de Résistance
Powerful words shared. Please enjoy and read.
***This is a continuation of Expunged Love and Queenly Insanity *****
Dead
eyes stare forward
tears long since departed
resentment
settled
buried in breast
forgiveness
I can no longer give.
You tore through
whirling dervish
splintered
peace
serenity
fingers everywhere
poking
prodding
rending innocence
shattered breath.
Protracted abuse
bruised lips
I did not care
I could not care
you would find a way
to destroy.
Harlot
whore
took her to your bed
friend no more.
Thrown to the wayside
I crept
I grew
I stripped the veneer
gentility
gone
ferocious teeth
bared to throat
rip it free.
Black
ashes
war paint
war cry
you
your harlot
better bolt
coming for you I am
created me you did.
Death’s Queen
riding
white stallion
scythe to hand
I am a living nightmare
one you created
one you made.
©Feb. 26/20
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Wow. What a poem. I like the darkness of it and it’s true. Many times monsters are created by those they end up tormenting out of revenge. Kind of like Frankenstein’s monster. Great work, John!
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