Untitled Dark Poem #10

Cat or mouse

huntress or prey

which shall I be

if you have your way?

Will I become voiceless

another broken body

found amongst the weeds?

Will I become torn

shredded and degraded

found amongst the building’s debris?

Will I become nameless

another woman

suddenly gone from this world

family to never know?

Did you feel that?

Look into my eyes

what do you see

lurking deep inside?

See the evil

the deadly design

I will come for you

hunt you

haunt you

until the bitter end.

Be it at the end of a rope

or a blade across the wrist

know that your death

a manufactured suicide

was just a game

played for my pleasure;

I only let you think that you would win.

©May 11/22

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Yes Honey

Fear.

You gave me that.

Loathing.

You gave me that too.

Hatred.

Mistrust.

Self-destruct button.

All of these I attribute to you.

Cooing soft words

sucked me in

serpent’s tongue

flicks so good

insidious abuse below the surface.

First it was how I looked.

What to show.

What not to.

Until I was afraid to leave the house.

Next you shore me of friends.

So subtle I did not realize how alone

until I needed someone to help.

Warned I had been

no good you would be

destruction of self

murder of worth

well honey you sure the fuck did.

I struggled

finally gained strength to leave

when upon bended knee

crocodile tears did flow

begging me to stay

that you loved me true

please baby don’t go

your eyes awash.

Barbs to my soul

I gave up my life for you…..

my life…..

When I gouge the barbs free

transformation can begin…..

Wait…..

oh hell no…..

rip barbs free

no longer allowed to cling

to continue to harm

self destruction will stop now!

You have been my jailor

imprisoned within memories of your making.

I am beautiful.

I am a warrior.

I believe this truth.

I know this to be true.

Bleed from a thousand spots

barbed no more

shred time beneath my heels

square my shoulders

looking forward…..

to happiness

to life

to love

to all I deserve.

©June 25/20

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***This poem was written for one of my soul sisters. Ya know those sisters who you meet and you just know you are family. She needs to be reminded that she is a kick ass Warrior Queen. Love you. ***