Her Will

She rouses me in twilight

With nimble scarlet fingers

Outwitting the forbearance

That was laid aside to sleep

And I make a brave attempt to stir

Myself away from facing her

Protracted claws that seem to dig

Much deeper than before

With an urgency that unnerves me

Down to my very core

Now nothing hides inside my mind

Beside impending death

I tremble with anxiety

I scarce can take a breath

Holding onto the minutes that pass

In a day that will not end

While she sits upon my broken chest

Forcing me to bend

Tears well up within my eyes

I cannot run away

As she rides my body writhes

It is screaming in dismay

She holds me down in silence

While she commits the sin

Of having her own way with me

I helplessly give in

To this loathsome bitch

With hands of red

Hands that leave no trail

Other than the unseen pain

That leaves me feeling frail

And in such despair

That I choose sleep

Rather than the steady keep

Of she that still remains with me

She who is my enemy

©Kay Salady

About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on March 29, 2019, in kay salady's poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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