Aspis

Poisoned snake
writhing through
a grassland of suited legs
stunted growth
mere puppets with which to play.
Fangs bared
lightening speed
strike and flee
dastardly little chuckle
emerging from its cheek.
Villainous viper
insinuating itself
into party times
party lies
spreading dishonesty
mistruths
hoping against hope
to cause a great divide.
Coiled round
squeezing
choking
hoping that this will kill the enemy
remove the barrier
it will all become clear.
Enough is enough
no harboring this beast
cease
desist
surcease
with this lunacy.
Tales of old
warn of a two headed snake
who whispers sweet words to one
while striking to bring down another.
Stomp on it.
Pin it down.
One fell swoop
watch its head hit the ground.
November 18/18
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Untitled Poem #5

A voice
barely a whisper
coming down the line
begging for help
for me to come find her
take her away from the world
she has fallen into.
Angry words
violent outbursts
who was this child before me?
Not mine.
My princess could never have become
a gutter rat
lost in drugs
in desperation
to ease the pain of her past.
I should have been more open
maybe she would have trusted me than
but I chose not to see
not to hear
tears
accusations I could not control.
Walking up the creaking stairs
afraid
what will I find at the top?
Dingy walls
tar streaked
stale smoke permeating the air
I find the door
slight ajar
am not sure I want to know more.
Pushing it open
confronted with……
a face frozen in agony
body wasted
from drugs
abused by men
blood drips
droplets falling from her fingertips
to the floor.
This is my child
who I neglected
drove away
and now
she is nothing but a corpse.
I gather her tiny body
so weightless
against my chest
just as when she was born.
Tears
scalding
fall to her pallid face
as for one more time
I rock my baby
regretting
my pride
my certainty
that I was right.
There has been no winner here
no lessons learned
only pain
crippling
devastating
latching
hooking
into me.
November 6/18
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Plain Jane/Badass Jane-Merging

Final poem in the Plain Jane/Badass Jane series. I hope that you have enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. Links to the previous poems in order are:
Pain.
Rolling over me
only thing that I can focus on.
I bring my hand up
covered in blood
realizing what she has done.
Finally.
I lay back
badass to the end.
So tired am I…
is she….
are we.
Voices screaming
calling for help
slowly….
I begin to fade.
Silver tears falling…..
I feel the arms of Jane wrap around
pulling her close
we are soon to be gone.
Panting
gasps of final air
body trembles
cold
so very cold.
I stare above
Jane and me
tainted little girl
broken at the knee.
My last breath eases out
my pain at last
laid to rest.
There are tales to tell
lessons to be learned
but no ears to hear.
Sadly
no one will ever know the truth
of Plain & Badass Jane.
Sept. 7/18
Credit for picture was given in a previous post which I am now unable to find. I will continue to look for it and when I do will post the information.

Plain Jane 3-Conscious

***This is the continuation of:
As consciousness is regained
aware I become
that the front of me
is soaked in blood.
All around
lay various men.
Rearing back
horror
I realize
I know all of them.
Gagging
I choke on flesh in my throat
aghast
what have I done?
Was it really me?
Is this the work of Badass Jane?
Was she really this mephistophelian?
Will anyone even believe me?
Shades flit
outside the corner of my eyes
if I turn my head full on
skipping into the background
they fade.
Guns have been drawn
as if I would care
100 men
against my tiny frame.
I lay on my face
gorge rising
voices screaming
sharp prick
cognizance fading away.
Sept. 7/18
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Lady Death

Bang bang
you’re dead
don’t make me
put this gun to your head.
Don’t make me count the bullets
don’t make me come at all
silly bitch
stupid man
did you think I would forget?
Dancing a dance
measured in wicked lies
afraid to ask me
jump to conclusions
never mind.
Better be careful
I stalk the alleys
moving among the shadows
you are my prey
I, the deadly hunter.
Grim Reaper
Lady of Death
I run by many names.
Never.
You shall never know
how the gore flows
lust that I feel
to take your neck
between my jaws
violent spray of arterial blood
do not watch me gnaw.
I am horror
I am fear
I am the bitch come riding
best fall to your knees.
Oct. 15/18
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Perfect Man

He seemed to be the perfect man
holding doors
ordering wine with care
dinners out in high end places
a life she could never afford.
She ignored the warnings
the tides
the signs
believing that her prince had come
while her friends watched in fear.
Becoming lost in him
losing her way
her soul
her very being
until she was no more.
Sucked dry
withered
sered
eroding away
her life force.
Beside her
carefree
restored to youth
a man who only takes
never giving in return.
Oct. 6/18
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Revenge

Spewing forth
anger
lava erupting from the pit
while I rage
desire
plague
those who have hurt me.
Fuck you.
Fuck those who thought…..
let me walk on you
let me abuse you
let me disbelieve you
what rights do you have?
What ability to believe?
To shore
shunt
ignore
those voices calling forth
well I carry machete in hand.
Hmmmm….
heads will roll
throats shall be slit
you cannot atone.
Listen
here is my story to tell.
I am sorry.
I am fearful.
I am your bloody revenge.
Oct. 2/18