Her name was Poetry,
Trapped to him by paper pierced pen and ink, married to his opal character, she adjusted daily.
Hers the disadvantage so he instilled his birthed advantage.
Her scratches varied with his mood
Strikes every time she doesn't look good.
Her cries are ignored and invisible
Dedicated, he continues the abuse.
Accidental and or intentional.
He cascades her body with lashes.
No voice to cry out
No will to walk out
She sits there all tattered and torn.
Once her screams rhyme during his pen-paper time, it's then he stops with a gleeful mourn.
YOU ARE READING
Lights Out Kiskadee
PuisiTurn your thoughts into words and share them with the world... I've decided to channel such into poetry ... and trust me I don't regret it ...Plz like my poems n comment so I will know if you're enjoying them or not ?#Ray_Egbert
