#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...

unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath.

In her eyes, a fire burns,
A spirit fierce, yet yearning to be free,
No longer a...