#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.

Toy not with her impassive self,
Succumbing to your weirdest wants,
Scarred with your notoriety,
With raging silence,
Longing for the minute to...