#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,

Her ears drink your entitled scoff,

As you pummel into her,

her eyes sting as she unleashes tears,

your punch to her bold dare,

you carve paintings of woe into her lair,

stirring unrest at the hem of her heart walls,

a slate so clean now broken by you,

jagged and cracked beyond your mute,

your roars put her through silent deaths,

her heart wracking with no mirth,

your insults form fiery daggers,

impaling her with injuries of a yonder,

your sneaky hands weave tapestries of disgust and pain,

leaving her to the silence when you've had your gain,

you pull her hair with wretched talons,

screaming obscenities in numerous gallons,

your laughs sends shudders,
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