#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...

I know rage is useless, fatigue inevitable,
fighting continuously against the rage
Narcissists that you are ,you think silence,
Was the answer, but you are wrong,
She was your target all along ,
You fought her wrath...