#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
Wrath hatched like a new chick,
Flesh burning for vengeance,
Soul calling for war,
The spirit and soul are no longer patient,
They can't wait to fight the discrepancies admonished to her home;her body.
Cruelity is the logo of her war banner,
Her tears is a weapon,even the anger burning in her is a flawless sword of destruction,
Ready to devour the SOUL of her extirpator.

© Jibadels Nayer
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