#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,

Yet failing consistently to counter back.
For the amour she conveyed ,
Within her heart that stood-
Thumping, oh! so restlessly 'gainst the skeletal prison,
Turned blind-eye to your countless faults.
Succumbing to :
The man of her dreams,
The once "painter" of her world,
The hidden manipulator, cunning in his roots.

Whips of leather tarnishing the skin
Coated the waist in black and blue,
Fingers pierced through delicate peel
Your...