#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
like fire.
Do not demand for love and comfort
for her heart,cold, is ready to devour your slimy soul
She awaits you every night and day
Cursing the food that she makes
and peeling her skin off with every
step that you take,
to make her life
nothing but an ugly bay.
Destroy not her tendencies,
for without them she is a toy
of man and a toy of death
free her, she pleads as her many years of suffering increases like worms on an empty body.

© MIRALEBTH01