Vile Whispers of Love

***Warning: This poem could possibly be a trigger. None of what is written here is what I feel at all. Again recall of the emotions I was going through late 2017 right before the big Kaboom.***
Mirrors
shattered
splinters
prism out
spraying
slashing
screams
reverberating
clutch at my head
voices rising
triumphant
crushing me beneath
wave
after wave
a black hole
sucking me through
rending reality
until all I see
until all I feel
is…..
nothing.
Dulled
eyes seeing nothing
memories
reel play
movies in my mind
pain
tears
unmoving
allowed to fall unchecked
head bowed
upon my back
blackened beast of death
cackling
talons dug deep.
Come to me child
voice
dripping in sugared cinnamon
trust I shall catch you
trust I shall never let you fall
trust in me sweet child
allow me but one taste
cared for 
in death no more. 
©August 10/20
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Warrior Witch

Crimson
dark
almost black
color of dried blood
streaked down side of face
frantic eyes
stare
a war
won or lost
based on the whims
of men in power.
Hear the drum
solemn beat
mournful horn
call to arms
ride to defend
no defeat tolerated
wipe out
destroy
old man market
of young flesh
darkest desires
passions met.
Set free
enslaved
set loose
demonized enemies
herald the call
a mountain will move
crushed beneath
torn away
waters of life
of the people
of change.
wild eyed
I stand
upon cliff ledge
below
beyond
lightening horizon
come the bringers of Death.
©August 9/20
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