Day: March 2, 2019

Never Again

I hear you.
Chirping away at me.
Chirp.
Chirp.
Chirp.
First time you lied 
should have known better
should have shown you the door.
Second time you lied
I crossed my fingers
hoping that you were done.
Third time…..
Well damn girl…..
I was just an idiot
so lost in lust
I could not see straight.
My desire for you
my obsession with you
all consuming
eating away at me.
Back and forth I go.
Do I love you?
Or do I not?
My lack.
My confidence
gone to black.
Fed your ego
made you so tender
basked in my adoration
how does it feel
now that I am gone?
I saw you.
I see you.
I miss you.
I no longer need you.
Love you still.
Protecting my heart…..
shielded…..
shackled…..
lost
caged…..
found
in your hand or mine
shall never know.
Forgiving I am.
Wiser.
My worth.
My knowledge.
Myself.
Never again
will I forget
who I am
who I am meant to be.
Never again will I lose me.
 
March 2/19
Photo by Holly Mandarich on Unsplash

Lessons

Stench of sin
filling ones senses
plying on emotions
dribbling saliva
thick strands 
doubles as a rope
keeping you tied to the alter.
Bloated beings
chant around the body….
Your body.
Your sin
Arms tied
feet spread
all watch you squirm
watch tears
hear pleas
ignored
save for their own pleasures.
Sought their help
afraid
demons haunt your dreams
your life
your mind
screaming terrors
claimed you would be cured
you would be saved.
Your Sin.
Your Mind.
Your Body.
Your Time.
Left
burning eyes in the shadows
watch 
your head twists side to side
seeking solace 
seeking reward
seeking justice.
Smile spreads over your lips
no one notices
ruby rose glow to your cheeks.
Quiet solitude
rent suddenly with screams
terror
dread
discovering that they know nothing
about the beast within your heart.
Learning your truth
learning your desires
bloodbath
tumble to your feet.
Marble streaked crimson
head cocked to the side
watching…..
demons run amok 
feeding upon the sins
souls
minds
of those foolish enough
to have thought you could be held
chained
caged
held at their whim.
Lesson taught.
Lesson learned.
Hunt not the wild woman
whose howls can be heard
a shudder down your back
pray not
I come for you.
 
March 2/19
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