Balance the Scales

Fingers grip blanket tight
squeezing eyes shut.
Whispered prayer
never answered:
maybe tonight
the monsters won’t come
please keep me safe
someone.
Dead gaze
never a smile
how could no one notice
how could they not see
the wraith walking before them?
A child
bruised
skittish
afraid of all
falling between the cracks.
Too many fingers
too many hands
too many mouths
rape a child’s soul
battered
wanting to die
indomitable will
refusing to give up
refusing to allow suicide.
Growing
becoming a woman
tables turning
hunting those who hunted
child turned avenger
all will pay.
©Jan. 8/20
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Justice in Darkness

Waiting
full moon lays waste to plans.
Waiting
clouds to scuttle vision of those who pay.
Waiting
shadows become my lover
wrapping me tight
shielding me from those who look
holding their breath
fear turning to delight.
Hush now
steady whisper of the wind.
Hush now
leaves rustle with each passing step.
Hush now
tinkle of shedding water
tilt of head
eyes glisten
I cannot be seen
I cannot be found
I am the Devil’s Huntress
the deviant hound.
Judge.
I listen with my eyes
see with my ears.
Jury.
I see the pain.
I hear the lies.
I pass my judgement
not in vain.
Executioner.
Flee before me.
I shall run you to ground
slay you
betray you
as you did the little ones.
I will not jeopardize
this plot of annihilation
for evil must be made to pay.
I will stalk you.
I will dance with you.
I will toy with you
before you are bled.

©Sept. 24/119
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