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Fury hath no compassion
#WritcoPoemPrompt19
Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath...
The silence on her lips
is what you see,
but deep within erupts
with volcanic fervour
a desire to pound your flesh,
chop you to pieces,
burn you like the many
cigarette butts you labelled on her skin
yet her rage shall not subside
coz your every breath is poison
that she is forced to inhale.
Now that her chargin
has crossed threshold of patience.
You are no longer safe.
Beware!
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath...
The silence on her lips
is what you see,
but deep within erupts
with volcanic fervour
a desire to pound your flesh,
chop you to pieces,
burn you like the many
cigarette butts you labelled on her skin
yet her rage shall not subside
coz your every breath is poison
that she is forced to inhale.
Now that her chargin
has crossed threshold of patience.
You are no longer safe.
Beware!
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
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