Devil’s Bride

I am on fire

my own hell on earth

flames lick at the corner of my soul

and I know

the Devil awaits.

I tried so hard to be a good girl

the way I had been taught

how to pleasure men

while keeping my mouth shut.

I was sent in

listen and learn I was told

report back to me when you are done.

I loathed the man who called himself my father

he was no creator

no progenitor

that I would claim as mine.

Dressed as a whore

face made up with paint

alcohol to numb the pain

but only a little

because I had to hear and repeat.

All that was said

all that was seen.

Time passed

I hardened

becoming this vicious creature

frothing with quiet rage

desperation born of no one’s care.

My first victim?

Can you call the man who sold me

who beat me

who plyed my body as trade

a victim?

The next few

well they were a revenge

for having used me as a child.

The raping of my soul

black

lurid

hatred filled

left me a brittle husk

stronger than most

for I could pretend.

I see his shape rising

smell the brimstone and smoke

the heat of the flames 

sear my body 

yet I felt nothing.

I am evil .

I am rage.

I am revenge in the night.

I am the nightmare

that small little girl

who is going to run amok

razing

destroying

creatured in blood

cavorting in your dreams.

Time for me to dance

tempt

tantalize

to move as a shadow

become the assassin

I was bred to be.

Forgotten is compassion.

Forgotten is love

Forgotten is all that is good….

Within me

vicious anger ready to play

I sidle up in your life

the last thing you will see

before the knife slices into your heart

is my face

my smile

your living nightmare come true.

I have become his bride

he my groom

no campaign needed

hell he made home

allowing me a special place

in the gloom

to play with little men….

getting my revenge.

©Jan. 10/19

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