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Etch Not Unto Her Pliant Flesh
#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...
Believe me when I say that
The day will come when
Fate has decreed your fall.
For hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned.
Even a spitting cobra-
will have nothing
on her venom.
© Faith Udom
Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your monstrous desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath...
Believe me when I say that
The day will come when
Fate has decreed your fall.
For hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned.
Even a spitting cobra-
will have nothing
on her venom.
© Faith Udom
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