#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.
You dreadful hunters,
Make her the prey.
For your personal aspirations
You take a soul away.
You ignore the way she begs,
And you let your temptation crawl.
You love seeing her helpless,
And how it leads to her downfall.
Think hard, if you even have...