Memory of a renewed attack
against her ancient beliefs,
against her gentle soul
the demeaning comments
and false accusations~
incompetent and bumbling;
telling her she’s no good.
Tears she can cry no more;
the well of her soul has run empty.
Long blond hair flying wildly
charged with enraged energy,
precision quicksilver daggers,
from her fiery blue eyes
shooting towards her enemy
with deadly aim for her target~
piercing the thick skin,
penetrating deep into his heart;
not a single drop of blood is shed
yet he feels the crippling pain,
reaches a hand to clutch his chest.
A quick glance reveals her icy stare
the source of the growing pain.
Dull-witted eyes register shock
disbelief; color draining from his face.
She reaches one hand towards his chest
from across the room~
no physical finger touches, yet
he feels the grasp tighten around
his pounding heart~squeezing
tighter and tighter and tighter.
With a quick twist of her wrist~
His body falls lifeless to the floor,
and the black cat purrs contentedly
while rubbing against
the softness of her leg.
This is my contribution to the open link at d’Verse Poets.
I’m also liking to Real Toads where they want to see what kind of poetry Valentine’s Day has inspired. Hmmm… not very loving, but it was inspired by today.