Coiled Sanity

My chains
No less binding
Being made of gold
Rather then silver
Each link forged
With a diamond clasp
Evil tainted
An object
A possession
For you.
Like a fool
I thought.....
You said I was special
You said there was no other
You said
So many things
Untruths
Half lies
I never knew
Which man I would see
Raging
Easy going
Full of laughter
Snarling with disbelief
At my so called stupidity.
What did I do?
To make you a monster?
Where am I lacking?
For you to have fallen out of love?
My heart breaks.
My silence grows.
Into it.....
Your melodious voice
Malevolent 
Digging beneath my skin
My sanity
Fills the empty hours
Berating 
Taunting
Vile words
Shredding
Flaying 
Until I am no more
A bloody mess knelt before.....
Vacant eyes
Watching
Your mouth
Bleeding
So busy were you
Slashing at me 
Swords of words
You failed to see supper's new ingredient.
They will say it was justified.
They will say it could have had no other outcome
Unless it was I 
Who had ended up dead.

Dec. 29/22

My Knight

***This is a continuation of This poem is a continuation from River Styx, Desert Red and Waste/Safe Land and Harlequin.

My mind in tatters

no longer content

I suffer at the hands

the feet

the vile wit

of Harlequin.

Fettered

handcuffed

shackled

I am merely a toy

a vain prop

to make a mad man appear sane.

None talk to me

none will come to my aid

I sit alone

dirty

scared

invisible to all that prance before the chief.

Sure that I was forever entrapped

slowly going insane

my knight in shining armor

he finally appeared.

Harlequin tried to protest

to gloss over

the horrors he had done.

The Knight

unsheathed his sword

shattered my chain in one swift blow.

Turning

his sword made a graceful arc

as he beheaded Harlequin

while I cried

cheering at his death.

Sept. 17/18

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