Shadowed Queen

Upon precipice
toes curled
tipped over edge
beneath
shadow plagued
valley
screams
blooded swords
screaming horses
hoards
clash of armour
rank upon rank
falling
beneath stoned gaze.
Lips curled
venomous tongue
rip
tear
gouge
holes in my soul
slice free my heart
gore
slipping from my fingers
to the floor.
Grotesque
face ravaged
body battered
rage
gathering
step forward
falling into nothing
screaming
flames rushing higher.
Conflagration
sins seared
at my feet
desperate men
at my side
succulent succubus
nevermore
shall we fear.
©March 23/20
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Word of the day Challenge #93-Untitled Poem

Shattered
blood red tears
rending at clothes
at hair
at skin
gouging
nails slicing
anything to stop the pain.
I never lied about what I wanted.
I never lied about what I expected.
I never lied about what I was feeling.
I never lied at all.
What you see
is what you get
no more
no less.
This woman
standing
naked before you
baring soul
bitter past
fragile
vulnerable
patchwork quilt
scars
taped together with experience.
I knew
heart bleeding
I knew how dangerous
voices
screaming
kicked into silence
this would be.
I built an illusion.
I built a fantasy.
I built……
but one memory
how you held me
when I bared my truth
my past
like no other man has done.
©March 16/20
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Devil’s Kin

Bartered for
sold by
innocence striped
blood and gore.
Tears
forgotten
beaten from my soul
hands tearing
teeth ripping
I will never grow old.
Passed around
good time girl
a child
no one cares to look beneath the mask
the colored face
drawn to make me an adult.
Opiates to dull the senses
alcohol to feel no pain
dead eyes staring
nothing
but a little whore.
You chortle
watching me
making me beg at your feet.
Degradation
hatred
Abasement
rage
you thought
using me
abusing me
tossing me aside
would be the end of it.
You are going to wish I had died.
Devil is in the details
turns out I am not that easy to kill
your scream of terror
your face
your eyes
dominating my sight
as in slips the knife.
©March 3/20
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Taken Back

This is the 3rd poem continuing from Ugly Reality and I own You….Branded. Please note this deals with abuse and the imagery used here may possibly trigger memories and pain. Please read only if comfortable.
Sitting
lank hair falling forward
screened face
hiding
all looking at me
all searching
seeking
answers.
Hands
limp between thighs
cuffed together
where do they think I will go?
What do they think I will do?
Blood
slow
spreads not like water
thicker
steady movement
a splash of paint
drying on pale walls.
Voices
come hard
fade away
lost in the past
in spells of memory.
You were not this way
you were not so cold
those first days of love.
You held my hand
wove tales of futures unknown
pulled me in
pulled me close
sucked me in
then the abuse began.
Pinches causing bruises
punches placed
hidden from sight
scratches
you even raped me.
Not once
not twice
over and over again
mind
body
soul.
It became too much.
I could no longer contain
rage
simmering
burning
beneath the surface
out of reach.
I provoked it.
I pushed.
I pulled.
I knew how to do it.
I found my pride 
I found my worth
you bloody bastard
I return your curse.
I warned you.
This was the last time you would touch me.
You laughed
face contorted in rage
reaching one last time.
My face swells
blood dried on my clothes
torn
rended clean
pitying glances
I no longer care
for finally
you are gone.
Sometimes the Angel of Death only plays.
Sometimes the Angel of Death arrives
Upon Pale Horse 
decreed it has been said
to take home the unblessed.
©March 1/20
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I own You…..Branded

This is the 2nd poem in what seems to be a three part poem.
Please note this deals with abuse and the imagery used here
 may possibly trigger memories and pain. Please read only if
comfortable.
***The series begins with the poem: Ugly Reality
Bitch
how dare you
defy me 
talk back to me
make me look stupid!
Get over here
in front of me right now
do not look in my eyes
who told you 
who is giving you these airs?
Crack
heavy handed slap
fall to the floor
 curled in a ball
tears streaking down her face.
Pain
unimagined by the masses
daily
body aches
bones break
reset
re-break
multiple concussions
black eyes
her medical records
a tale of agony
lacerations
belt marks
what did she do wrong?
People
they see without seeing
yet what aid can they offer?
Reach out a helping hand
abuse never ends
until he is gone……
jailed
dead
it matters not
it will be the only way to recover.
Death comes in many forms
wearing many faces
never to be evaded
never to turn its hand
except…..
when torture becomes too much.
Cradle her head
blood
life fleeing
tiny cry
remember
there is another
fight her way back.
Bitch you are my property.
You are mine.
I own you.
Never will you get away
I will always bring you back.
©Feb. 29/20
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Ugly Reality

You must hate me.
What have I done?
Why?
My body aches
my mind races
forever afraid
I hate that.
Watching every move you make
reading each motion of body
no mistakes
cannot make
for should I
repercussions will be great.
Home
where the heart is
where the soul is rend
hiding away from the world
no one hears my words
no one sees my eyes
dead inside.
Raise your fist
open your hand
cuff the back of my head
love tap
you assure the others
while I look down at my feet.
Subjugated
demeanor has changed
no longer a fun loving girl.
Kick me while I am down.
Beat me while I am up.
Chained to your desires
your whims
my life
a living hell.
©Feb. 28/20
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Darkness Recedes

***I am not entirely sure what is setting me off but I am having a lot of different emotions roiling around in me. Of late some of my poetry is about reclamation of self and I apologize if the theme seems tedious. I have been thinking a lot about my breakdown at the end of 2017 and that as well has a bearing on my work. I am doing just fine and am in a great space. I do not want anyone to worry.***
Stretching
reaching for the sky
touch my toes
limber.
In the mirror
a woman I see
where once
I turned my eyes
looking
anywhere but there…..
Witch
Ogre
Booger
ugly I thought I was
no good
not worth
anything
to
anyone.
Crawled
mired in hidden rage
addiction sought
choked with sin
I did not want to die.
I did not know how to ask…..
how to say…..
Strength has left me
I need a hand
no longer this path can I walk.
Bleeding inside
torn to shreds
anyone 
please…..
Tides since turned
phoenix newly risen
glorying in my strength
in my abilities
greeting each day
with thoughts of joy
with thoughts of life.
Every year forward
leaves her behind
broken
battered
child that I was.
No longer carrying blackness.
No longer carrying pain.
No longer does living hurt.
Raise my face to the sun
basking in my gloried return.
©Feb. 25/20
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