Untitled Dark Poem #10

Cat or mouse
huntress or prey
which shall I be
if you have your way?
Will I become voiceless
another broken body
found amongst the weeds?
Will I become torn
shredded and degraded
found amongst the building’s debris?
Will I become nameless
another woman
suddenly gone from this world
family to never know?
Did you feel that?
Look into my eyes
what do you see
lurking deep inside?
See the evil
the deadly design
I will come for you
hunt you
haunt you
until the bitter end.
Be it at the end of a rope
or a blade across the wrist
know that your death
a manufactured suicide
was just a game
played for my pleasure;
I only let you think that you would win.
©May 11/22
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Riding as One

One to wield the scythe
One to wield the spear
One to wield the shield
One to wield the shovel
One to wield the stiletto.
How far would they go?
How much would remain hidden?
Tales told
round tables
women of vengeance brew
take to the night
violence begotten
men
women
any who slipped
justice’s fingers
due to ineptness
indifference
corruption
hunted
taken down
taken out
like animals
that they are.
Death
avenging
stealth in the shadows
never knowing
where they might strike
nor how far they will go
in the cover up.
Never hit close to home
Never stand close to the hearth
Never allow yourself to be drawn through
you are here
a job to do
everything else
must blind self too.
They ride.
They hunt.
They fear no one.
They herald the arrival at the abyss.
They are the Judges.
They are the Juries.
They are the Executioners.
Together they stand.
Together they avenge.
Together they draw the guilty
to the bowels of hell…..
To be continued……
©Feb. 6/21
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