#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 in your face.
She watches in silence as you come again,
A reluctant itch in her lip, it's time to pull the reins.
You fooled around too much in the name of luck,
But she keeps the...