hell hath no fury

Miss Begotten

hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Like a phoenix from the ashes,

ashes, I am reborn.

If you wanted to bury hatchets,

you should've brought a shovel.

You should know what you're in for,

you're in for some trouble.

If you want to weave a web, 

a web of lies,

well I can be Athena, 

Athena in disguise.

Our love can be Arachne's,

Arachne's tapestry,

tapestry torn.

Cause hell hath no fury

like a woman,

woman

scorned.

 

  • Author: Miss Begotten (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 29th, 2023 14:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: inspired by the great T Swizzle
  • Category: Unclassified
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