Word of the Day Challenge #77-Untitled Poem

Grotesque
leering faces
drool dripping
liver flacid lips
pursed
desiring
chasing that final kiss.
Words
promises made
money flashed
as thought that could erase
reality
of shriveled bodies
wherein resides ego
which equates to strength
to power
within.
Float along
haze of despair
bought or sold
there are bills to pay.
Actresses all
ignoring the vile looks
groping hands
alcohol laced whispers
walking through
knowing their place.
He is the worst.
Stand aside.
Let me at him.
Porky Pig and his retinue.
Ribald jokes
roaring laughter
eyes meet eyes
and he pulls away.
Come hither
come yon
follow me here
follow me there
follow me out
for my dear…..
death has come calling
no repentance for you.
©Nov. 27/19
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Divine Executioner

Garbed
wimple
penguin robe
head bowed in devote summation
eyes aglitter
rot within
I love this game I play.
I am tired.
tired of the sexism
Tired of the lies.
Tired of the pain.
Tired of it all.
This time
this era
it is one of the harshest I have seen
which morality’s lack
men slack
wrack and ruin at hand.
Desolate
a future no one wants to see
branded upon my mind
my heart
cutting my tongue from my lips
spout not the truth
speak not the validity of time.
Saintly
I am not
moving with delicate grace
gliding behind
dagger in hand
plunging through his back.
Slip away
quiet as a cat
demon’s will done
I have won
once again.

©Nov. 2/19
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Executioner

With methodical steps
he gathers in the gloam
eyes aglitter
teeth chittering
scanning the crowds before him.
Somewhere
within the world born of bastards
born of war
born of heroes
born upon the breast of a nation
shattered
challenged
there strides a beauty
law on one hip
justice on the other.
An intricate tango
danced in the dark
under the light of the moon
full and whole
late in the summer night.
Who is the hunter?
Who is the prey?
Who shall win this grim game
of love and hate?
He?
Or she?
He has left behind
a trail of wrecked bodies
destroyed minds.
She has focused
with singular intent
to hunt him down.
He can feel her.
She can smell him.
He moves with gilded grace.
She moves with lioness stealth
hidden deeper in the shadows
her quarry ever in front.
He is arrogant.
She is patient.
After eons
finally
she sidles up behind.
Using the cover of darkness
hidden shadows
stiletto blade in hand
she creeps
hearing his breath pant
as he scans ahead
never behind.
Silly man…..
Sibilant whisper
a shout in the night.
I told you
I promised you 
I would find you 
make you pay.
Bitter precision
tears of agony
harsh mistress of revenge.
Spray of blood
a blank canvas
splattered in crimson
she drops the body.
Oath has been kept.
Time has come to pass
you shall no longer be……
anything.
Your name
your identity
not in the annals of history
forgotten forever 
reign of terror 
nevermore.
©June 27/19
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Cherish

Blinded.
I lost myself
my truth
allowing you to encompass
swallow me whole
until the end
chewed up
spit out
bewildered at the sudden death.
I forgot who I was.
Thought I had been yearning for you
truth is though
I yearn for what was perceived….
I loved you once.
I thought you were my final stopping place. 
I thought I had finally found home.
A dream
poor little princess
needs to be saved 
needs a knight to make her whole. 
The idea of you
the potential
the man I know is inside of you
tears gather
falling
forever saddened you shall never see
never know him.
Sweet poison lips
I shall miss.
Lies
sugar coated darts
I remember my worth.
I am a Queen.
Sacrifice myself no more
I remember now 
how to roar.
©June 21/19
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Can you guess?

I do not wear a cape.
I do not wear a short skirt.
I wear stilettos
as I stalk through the night.
I am a different kind of Super Hero
one you might not expect
my villains 
they are the danger
that stalks children
women
alike.
Police 
Child’s advocate
none can ease the fear
when abuse runs rampant
and 
no one hears.
Dance
skip
eager to please
draw you in
kill you I will.
As eyes widen
blade slips between the ribs
relish the fear
the horror
I have invoked.
What you are feeling?
That is what every child you carved
hurt
dissected
has felt.
Heart stutters to a stop
grin
elfish
pleased
proud.
I am a super hero
just not the type you would expect…..
as to my secret identity?
Well…..
I will let you guess.
March 23/19
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