Dance Master

Brutally twisted
demented
dark
broken
standing upon the precipice
ready to dive
fly
soar
through the gates of hell.
No longer an innocent child
no longer able to fan the flames
I conceive
realize
see
what must be done.
Stalking through shaded halls
cat o’nine in hand
salacious smile on carmine lips
many are the games
a woman like me can devise
play
win
I am always on top.
The Devil and me
an alliance was made
he to study the blackness
the hatred
the vicious nature in my blood
and me?
I have a labratory of broken men
all who dance to my tune
with shrill screams
as I take out my pain.
Sept. 27/18

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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