Bog Monster

Lilting
on the air
love song
gentle dream.
Golden hours
long slippery nights
time in a bubble
a desire
a love affair
ever so rare
or so I thought.
Woven fantasies
spoken
dreams created
wisps of smoke
waiting
wanting
spoke to me
of fairy tales.
Always wanted my fairy prince
my knight in shining armour
my king
to lay with queenly self
to call forth passion
to ease the inner ache
I constantly feel.
I would like to know
within the multitude of frogs I have kissed
have you any advice
what do I need to change
so y’all will stay in the swamp?
©March 18/20
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Pièce de Résistance

***This is a continuation of Expunged Love and  Queenly Insanity *****

Dead
eyes stare forward
tears long since departed
resentment
settled
buried in breast
forgiveness
I can no longer give.
You tore through
whirling dervish
splintered
peace
serenity
fingers everywhere
poking
prodding
rending innocence
shattered breath.
Protracted abuse
bruised lips
I did not care
I could not care
you would find a way
to destroy.
Harlot
whore
took her to your bed
friend no more.
Thrown to the wayside
I crept
I grew
I stripped the veneer
gentility
gone
ferocious teeth
bared to throat
rip it free.
Black
ashes
war paint
war cry
you
your harlot
better bolt
coming for you I am
created me you did.
Death’s Queen
riding
white stallion
scythe to hand
I am a living nightmare
one you created
one you made.

©Feb. 26/20
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