Word of the Day Challenge #86-Untitled Poem

Pain
burgeoning
building beneath heart
held out
given freely
to have it seized
torn
tattered
tossed to the floor
with blatant disregard.
Hands out
supplication
prayers tumble
blood red lips
no gods to hear
no gods to answer
no gods anywhere
any more.
I gave in
I unfettered my heart
I loosened the chains
handed over the keys
only…….
to be burned again.
More than I can stand…..
More than I can count…..
every time I fall
swear to myself
it will be the last time
I will give nothing away
yet I do
coming undone for you.
Hear my heartfelt pleas
do not leave
do not walk away
please come back to me
if only to return the heart
you so callously
ripped apart.
©Feb. 12/19
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Haunted Darkness

Dark
twisted hallways
buried deep
seen only
when half asleep
memories
of horror
rage
pain
begin to stir
begin to stretch
grave worms clawing to the surface.
Walk in a fugue
diseased mind
any out
any way
running
never sure why
from what
only searching
seeking
escape
haunted nightmares.
Grievous pain
knife wounds
stabbed tip
over
over
over
digging hole
to feel
if only for a while.
Bruised eyes
sleep
in death
in life
monsters wait
demons
vampires
no retreat.
This is life
abused
mistrusted
alone
no friends are near
endless screams
pummel
broken skin
anything to stop feeling
anything to eradicate……
haunted memories.
©Feb. 11/20
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Avenging Demon Lass

Black venom
noxious
thick
slithers through these veins
feeding upon
darkness
bleak thoughts
suicidal
pain fed
screech
horror
grip the bars
wrought iron
of this cage
howling
lines scored into skin
as you sing
once loose 
better run
cause I will come
hunting 
for you
for those who baited me
used me
sucked dry
heart
soul
husk 
on the side of the road
soft crooning
rocking
forth
back
madness
fired in your eyes
sanity
finger tip away
single touch
avenger
protector
huntress in the night
blood red lust
blinded dreams
gutted in the alley
left to bleed out.
©Jan. 26/20
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Harsh Reality

***There is a lot of anger here and I am not sure where it all came from. I thought this was going to be a cutesy poem about being little and it morphed big time. 
Once when I was little
I fell from the sky
bruised my knee
which a quick kiss
fixed.
Once when I was little
I was full of questions
so I experimented
with things
maybe I should not have.
Then I began to grow
as is the way of children
began to see the world around
realized
fear did begin to grow
that this is what my life was
an always would be.
I am a woman.
I am a mother.
I am a daughter.
I am a sister.
I am an Aunt.
My list goes on and on…..
this is not to say
hey look at me
see how great I am?
No this is a list
I would like men to look at
those who have difficulty with a concept
that no means no
do not touch
get out of my face
does not mean
please progress.
Look at that list
close as can be
for I know none of you
were born
fully formed
from Zeus’ forehead.
Now I ask
how does it make you feel
to think of those women
your family women attacked?
Scared to walk through the streets?
Looking over their shoulder
fearing rape?
Can you tell me true
does it not bother you
enrage you
to think of someone
without consent
touching them…….
that is what you do
when you degrade women
believe we are toys to play with.
Think twice
before you touch
think of mom
sister too
if that does not stop you
maybe a gun will.
©Jan. 21/20
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Devil’s Bride

I am on fire
my own hell on earth
flames lick at the corner of my soul
and I know
the Devil awaits.
I tried so hard to be a good girl
the way I had been taught
how to pleasure men
while keeping my mouth shut.
I was sent in
listen and learn I was told
report back to me when you are done.
I loathed the man who called himself my father
he was no creator
no progenitor
that I would claim as mine.
Dressed as a whore
face made up with paint
alcohol to numb the pain
but only a little
because I had to hear and repeat.
All that was said
all that was seen.
Time passed
I hardened
becoming this vicious creature
frothing with quiet rage
desperation born of no one’s care.
My first victim?
Can you call the man who sold me
who beat me
who plyed my body as trade
a victim?
The next few
well they were a revenge
for having used me as a child.
The raping of my soul
black
lurid
hatred filled
left me a brittle husk
stronger than most
for I could pretend.
I see his shape rising
smell the brimstone and smoke
the heat of the flames 
sear my body 
yet I felt nothing.
I am evil .
I am rage.
I am revenge in the night.
I am the nightmare
that small little girl
who is going to run amok
razing
destroying
creatured in blood
cavorting in your dreams.
Time for me to dance
tempt
tantalize
to move as a shadow
become the assassin
I was bred to be.
Forgotten is compassion.
Forgotten is love
Forgotten is all that is good….
Within me
vicious anger ready to play
I sidle up in your life
the last thing you will see
before the knife slices into your heart
is my face
my smile
your living nightmare come true.
I have become his bride
he my groom
no campaign needed
hell he made home
allowing me a special place
in the gloom
to play with little men….
getting my revenge.
©Jan. 10/19
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Part One (Of What am Unsure)

She sank beneath the bubbles. Drunk on rum numbed feeling nothing. This was life. This was lie. Eyes half lidded inhaling lavender scent relaxed no one would hurt her here. It had been promised. This was a safe zone. No man could touch her without permission. Her permission. Narrowed squinting seeing which did she want to warm her bed tonight. Licking purpled lips forked tongue speak with ill intent.
They came for her in the darkness. Shadow men pulling her from her bed. Mouth sealed screams choked scratches upon their chests. Grit teeth. Pull forth from that nightmare no longer allowing any to rule her days. Her nights. Shudder sit upright nightlight shines upon the pillow bathing her with warm light. Lay back head on pillow deep breath in tears leak from sleepy eyes cold witness to damage done her him as child……
Cinnamon scented air…..hazed gaze lips ruby red place hand upon breast swear not to hurt her again so they always say. Locked in nightmares. Has no way forward. There is never a way backward. Lost cesspool bottomless drug deadened eyes helpless raggedy ann drool upon lip please whisper for freedom desperate measures howl with silent despair. Memories eclipse pain……pain deadens memories……unfaced……unwanted……
Howl at the moon. Full blood red no one can fool the riot. Lupine sleek flow with shadows stand tall against evil backdrop of stone onyx protector befouled rumored rogue silvered blade licked steel. Kneel before you my queen hear me in the depths of your angst your pleas for death overridden I serve I swear awaken. Pulled forth to now to never eyes widen with pain with success blooded knees a cross to be borne.
Jan. 4 2020

Evil’s Acceptance

This poem was inspired by a post on Bitchin’ in the Kitchen . The post Why I’ll Never Use Twitter Again had me shaking and crying by end. Given my past I cannot allow this to pass without comment. And I thank Britchy for bringing it to my attention. I am not going to pontificate but this is wrong…this is pure evil….

Jay-lyn  Dec. 6/19

There are many faces
facets
for evil
hiding in plain sight
allowed with passive complacency
by those who need to do better.
Children sexualized.
Men
women
allowed to do so
with legitimacy
on social platforms.
No voices raised. 
No shouts of dismay.
Quiet changes
deep within the fine print
allows malignant growth
of ideas
that must not 
cannot see the light of day.
Have you heard the cries?
Have you heard the devastation?
Screams of pain
dark despair
wishes of death
dancing within a child’s head?
When hurting oneself
only so not to feel
not to care
is the only way out
the only way to cope with all that fear.
Let me lead you down the winding path
carved
inked upon my psyche
my skin
show you the death of innocence
the turning inward
the anger
the rage.
It took me years to overcome.
Imagine now
shattered bodies
those unable to break free
who took their lives
who took the lives of others
to satisfy a sick desire.
We must resist this growing tide
this evil that is coiling
insidious with its reach
for should we ignore
chose ignorance
a reaping will take place.
©Dec. 6/19
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