Find me in the lock down cavy cellar,
There is just winter over here!
Walking down the stairs in haphazard
Chauvinism left in trails.
Footsteps that bind a leash on me
Even his shadow brings me fear!
Unlocked my agony in front of his manly ego,
his stare for me though was like a silly hornet!
Paced like satyr more of preying than wanting.
Thought he needed more of me
But wanted was his quenched lusty thirst.
Playing his lyre in awe,
Hoping for my strings to twirl
As he dominates his siren
he pounced thus laid his brown-black eyes.
Whilst never though the fire smelt katana,
Could scent for the royal blood.
In euphoria, lost in Dionysus’s wine
Fists my powerful – an adrenaline boost
Drove the weapon of fury!
Gave a thousand cuts, a remembrance to his TREACHERY!
Phoenix my heart flew out of the dungeon
As I set fire on the sinner…
While the solitude catches up with lucid pasts; She writes her own story with favorable yet imaginary moments all for survival!
Nice poem ?