#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,
And when the time pleases,
She pounces to tear,
Your plain pampered self,
In dire pain will then be,
For she's a she wolf,
One with kitten traits,
You literally assumed as all her.