Poem5

Last But Not Least -
My Fifth Poem.......

I Stare At My Stolen Soul

Look at my hands,
look at these hands as they plunge into
your chest and tear your pulsating heart in half.

Watch the bloody remains fall to the ground,
blood developing like a pond around them.
Curse yourself.

Rip at your eyes that fell upon me.
Bite at your tounge that spoke it's first word to me.
Burn your hands that touched me,
and chew at your lips that so tenderly kissed me.

You are my pawn and my victory is great.
I have broken a strong man.
Knocked you straight to the ground,
do not try to stand as I will do it again.

Curse yourself,
do not desecrate my name.

It was you who desired my pregnant lips,
and you who lusted after my curvaceous form.

I pulled your strings,
yet you let them be pulled.

I knocked a powerful man down,
lower than knees.

Notice how my cherry lips,
and white chocolate teeth grin at my triumph.
I have won,
yet your mind betrays you.
You still want that lingering taste of cherries and chocolate.

This is not a short victory,
it is never ending.
As is my conquest.
For I have ripped your heart to shreds,
and for the rest of your life you will pray to your God that your baby blue eyes are able to catch the reflection of me.
If not more.

You are my pawn.
Understand and accept.
I have won.
I am a woman.
A victorious woman.

Natalie Bain

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