you created that now seethes
with sequestered anger
as she slithers
amongst the filth of the earth
to spew her venom,
like the serpent's poison,
unto unsuspecting man
who feels he is the innocent one when,
in truth,
it is he who has created her;
with his fists of anger
despite innocent truths told;
malignant words of degradation
slung carelessly
like shards of broken glass;
fits of temper
annihilating precious possessions;
flaunting bed sheets
of animalistic conquests,
not with her;
unrelenting promises not kept,
gifts abolished,
empty quotes of love finding deafness,
undaunting prowess
forced on unwanting orifices
that innerly screamed
at the mere touch,
thought,
vision.
too many years
the bitch has suffered
from the forces of man,
the selfishness of religion,
the restrictions
of an exclusionary society
all raped upon her,
leaving her bleeding
until the death of her
allows escape
final freedom
peace
acceptance
© ~wicked~
This is a very well written piece. Although it tells of a horribe story, it also shows your talent as an amazing poet/writer. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteit seems i write my best work when my soul feels it's in the pits of hell with demons in control
ReplyDeletepowerful and painful!
ReplyDeletethank you ladies :-)
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