His reign of terror's stranglehold
Saw fresh first love succumb to mould
Light dims when covered by the cloak of fear
A heart as delicate as lace
Has long since lost it's resting place
Her innocence will never reappear
Another jumpy nervous day
Part of the price she has to pay
For letting feelings overrule her head
He'll stroll home in an hour or so
Put out her aura's golden glow
Demanding she become a whore in bed
She'll run his bath and cook his food
Smile softly asking are you good
Hand over the remote and lose control
Blood curdles underneath her skin
Alone no friends or kith n kin
Keeps moving to avoid being swallowed whole
The time had come to make a stand
Acquired poisons grace her hand
His favourite meal is taken from the shelf
The butt of all his filthy jokes
Waves goodbye as he slowly chokes
Her love returned this time it's for herself
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Vengeance is mine! saith the Lord.
Cheers
Sometimes we got to give as good as we get
Thank you
Wonderful poem.
Thank you sir
Beautiful!! Picking ourselves back up...difficult. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you LIZ
Lovely to see you
Difficult yes impossible no
Appreciate your time very much
Absolutely!! ❤️
A beginning a middle and a very delicious end actually once again Peto sounds a bit like a scene form my first experience with love. LoL ❤️
But not your last
I\'m sorry you experienced it yet glad you got Id
Yea
Enjoyed her justice at the end myself
Thanks Teddy
Ouch.. sweet revenge or bitter?
Nice write!!
Bittersweet
Thank you very much
Wow, this is an amazingly good poem and read! I'm sorry I missed this yesterday. You have such a way with words!
Hi Christina
Couldn't have you missing me
Thanks for continued support and being you
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