Hunted, Hurt, Haunted

Just prey
In his sights
Lured with his words
Loved only as a pawn
His long distance trophy
An unwilling captive
Soul maimed

My heart
Ripped to shreds
The gift reverently given
In hands filthy with his
Keystrokes to his whores
Lies of magnitude
The Devil

Despised revenant
Creeping and crawling
Disturbing my midnight dreams
Smiling his protestations of love
Staining newborn clean thoughts
With his memory
This lingering

~ kei
7 October 2014

2 thoughts on “Hunted, Hurt, Haunted

    • Dearest Elephant,
      Thank you for your kind words. Though I see light at the end of the tunnel now, the enormity of the situation that I was in sometimes overwhelms and I have to try to excise it. Poetry at least is a productive outlet… punching walls was not


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