Scorched and Singed

Yesterday
 I cried  my heart out
For I wept tears of glass
To lay a path for you to walk on
Barefoot on the hot pavement
naked as I bleed
In the hopes that you won’t taste my fear
Teeming with anger and hatred
As I stood with a clenched fist.
hot coals in my palm 
Ready to unfurl
Shoulders hunched, grasping at embers.  
My hands exposed me.


Today
I write with the temperament
Of a subdued bull
As you taunt and prod 
Waiting for me to charge
my heart aflame like molten lava
My eyes burning with fire
Shooting darts of laser beams
My lips are parted 
but no words escaped
My voice betrayed me.


Tomorrow
I will walk in splendor 
Of a thousand suns
Simultaneously rising
In dazzling radiance
I will set the heavens ablaze
And you will be drawn
Just like a moth to a flame
Not looking back, not asking why
Your eyes deceived you
For my heat no longer warms
Instead it burns
Not the kind that cauterizes and effaces
But the one that engulfs and consumes
Like butter on blow torch
Your perception beguiled you

For I am Venus
As you watch me lay motionless
you wonder what goes up and down
but does not move? My temperature.
As I bask in my ring of fire
Feel my scorching heat
As I exact my revenge
and singe your wings of desire
It is too late,
I show no mercy 
As my soul deserted me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Nicholsen Avatar
February 15, 2024 at 7:36 PM
Enjoyed reading your work many blessings
Weiss Avatar
May 18, 2024 at 12:12 AM
Thank you for taking the time.
Gondolf Avatar
January 27, 2024 at 6:52 AM
The revenge of a woman scorned is not something to take lightly. Your talented pen is truly amazing, Rowe.
Weiss Avatar
January 27, 2024 at 11:03 PM
Thank you John, for taking the time to read. Ironically, I am not a vengeful person and thankfully not a scorned one either. haha! To be able to write along those lines, somehow is liberating.
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