Madelin Wardlow Poetry

Escaping my lips,
A dark laugh booms,
I'll bring him to his knees,
He will see his doom

Underestimated,
Thought I was weak,
He will be sorry,
For his blood I seek

Thought he could use,
Thought he could win,
The story will twist,
This story will spin

Knocks on my door,
Smile on his lips,
Hands around his throat,
Not one kiss

I'm not worried,
I'm not scared,
Of course I'm scarred,
My pain I've shared

He will not use,
He will not breath,
He will not hunt,
He won't pass with ease

I'm not his,
I'm not his toy,
I'm his only pain,
No more joy

Fury in my eyes,
Pain in my heart,
Sorrow in my soul,
His soul parts

Smile on my lips,
Fire in my eyes,
Not one sound,
Not one cry

Poet: Madelin Wardlow