Word of the Day Challenge #60-Untitled Poem

Blackened eyes

fattened lip

sit in the corner

watch

he will drink his bliss.

Blinded with shattered tears

dreams

long dead turned to ashes

unseeing

a dark world

captured in sullen silence.

What had she done?

It never seemed to end

the list of evil ills

deeds

imagined or real

the sadness

grey mists

a fog she lives in

better than seeing the pity

wrapped on the faces

of all those around.

Rage

black

violent

worms its way through her soul

tattered morality

death is coming

it only matters who he will court first.

Brutality.

A way of life.

Fear.

Day to day.

Slow rising tide

anguish

his time has come to pay.

She stands over

blood

drip drip drip

hits the floor

plop plop plop

sinister grin

she had finally fought

and won

tears slide down her cheeks.

Emotional….

mutterings of a mad hatter

I will show him emotional…..

slice away scars of time

slide to floor 

next to tormentor

lover

husband

beautiful boy that he had been.

Ribbons of blood

twined together

happiness found in death

eluded them in life

a series of misreads.

©September 14/19

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