Wrath of Wraith

I dance
brought to ones knees
knife to throat
avenger of innocence lost
you will never know
never see
warmth of my breath
upon your neck
as thrust…..
pierce the heart
walk away
you drop dead.
Slender needle
none shall guess
heart attack
appears so
gluttonous lifestyle to blame
a pattern not made.
Sidle up to the bar
eyes glide
unseeing over the crowd
next monster.
Catch his eye
lewd lick of lips
wiggle of hips
he is mine
time to go.
Patterns come.
Patterns go.
revenge carried out.
Death rides
upon my shoulder
doled out
mine to decide
my scythe
screaming fear
of victims passed.
©July 24/20
Picture via Pinterest: https://roscoff.tumblr.com/
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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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