***This is a continuation of Expunged Love and Queenly Insanity *****
Dead
eyes stare forward
tears long since departed
resentment
settled
buried in breast
forgiveness
I can no longer give.
You tore through
whirling dervish
splintered
peace
serenity
fingers everywhere
poking
prodding
rending innocence
shattered breath.
Protracted abuse
bruised lips
I did not care
I could not care
you would find a way
to destroy.
Harlot
whore
took her to your bed
friend no more.
Thrown to the wayside
I crept
I grew
I stripped the veneer
gentility
gone
ferocious teeth
bared to throat
rip it free.
Black
ashes
war paint
war cry
you
your harlot
better bolt
coming for you I am
created me you did.
Death’s Queen
riding
white stallion
scythe to hand
I am a living nightmare
one you created
one you made.
©Feb. 26/20
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Wow! I hope you are having much success with all of your cool poems and their corresponding images, I think they are great!
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Thank you so much. My creativity is going in spirals and loops and loop-da-loops I never know where it will land. I have a longer piece but still working on it. In my head. The tone I need is not ready to appear yet. 🤓💜
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This was a great one J. They’d better be careful … and scared!!
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Thank you. I had so much fun writing. 🤓💜
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Awesome!
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Thank you. 💜🤓
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I enjoyed your work today and this poem. Was outstanding. You brought me in and you held my attention till the last word.
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Thank you so much. That means so so much to me.
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I like the poetry that make me stop. Read slowly and digest the words. This poem did and you are welcome Jay-lyn.
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Powerful words shared. Please enjoy and read.
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Thank you.
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You are welcome Jay-lyn.
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