Happy Father’s Day

***I wrote this poem 2 years ago when I finally came to terms with what had happened to me. Be aware that this can be a trigger poem.***

All around the world
from east to west
children celebrate their fathers
while I wish you dead.
Wait…..
you already are….
dead that is
although you haunt my nights
you haunt my memories
terrorizing me still.
Creeping and scurrying
hoping that none see
you stole my childhood
when all trusted you
to keep me sheltered.
I seriously cannot account
for the hatred that I feel
I would rather stab you in the heart
than acknowledge you as my procreator.
Did you think that I would fear
the gates of hell?
Did you think that I would not dance with the devil
if only to watch you burn?
It turns out
that I am capable of murder
for all the troubles you did cause
I have been promised
that when I arrive in Hell
I will be your tormentor
as you have been mine.
©June 17/18
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Word of the Day Challenge #105-Untitled Poem

Incensed
eyes see only blood
boiling
cheap laughter
cheaper perfume
whore on lap
eyebrow raised
lean against the wall
I wait.
Dance to your tune
monkey no more
slip through the smokey halls
eyes moving
passing over
I know who I search for.
I know only too well
where I will find you.
Heels clicking
deep shuddering breaths
bring self to control
nevermore
emotions manipulated by you
plague me
cold
ice in the veins
of a hot blooded woman
why did you want to break that?
I wait
dark arms of shadows wrap
until drunken stumble
fall in you did.
Brazen hussy
dispatched first.
You husband
your death
honor-less.
I shall grieve
as all widows do
public….. blacks worn
private…..silk against naked skin
as I rejoice
beast of burden
you are no more.
©June 9/20
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