Inspired by André Langevin’s novel “Dust Over the City”
She couldn’t remember When she stopped being herself So gradual was the disillusion He wore her down till she was just a shell Another casualty to his ruses He had fallen in love with her A wild horse he wanted to dominate Loved the challenge of the chase A game determined to win He caught her and tamed her Till unrecognizably docile and meek The shell of the woman she once was Not unlike a male black widow Had sucked the life out of her Another trophy on his mantle Read on air by invitation ~ July 3, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS' AP: 3rd place 2020
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.