#WritcoPoemPrompt19


Etch not unto her pliant flesh,
Cruel marks of your desire,
She bears your atrocities,
With silent rage,
Waiting to unleash her wrath...
When she does,
The volcano will meet the tornado,
The love she'd given to you,
After fits of fists, ear beading lies
She is forever change,
You will become never the same

© Jen St George