Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath...
She plots and plans in silent screams,
You took her smile, you vanquished her dreams.
She only sees the demon you are,
She hates you more with every scar.
The final hour! The majestic shine!
She stands to face you, her anger devine!
Not a moment, a minute, a second more,
She is ready to fight, She is ready for war!
As her words cut you open like a sword inch by inch,
Her cold dead stare make you stutter and flinch,
She has done what she waited so long to do,
The woman you tried to brake,
Has finally broken you!
©lollasmith
L