Horror

[poetic_justice]

The crimson blood drips from her hands
Onto the cold streets of humanity's heart
While He holds her hair
Raising straining, pain filled eyes to heaven.

Dark, stone covered floor against her knees,
While He whispers words of power and judgement to her ears
Watching the tears trail, glistening
Under moonlight's sweet embrace.

Twisting the handful of dark hair painfully, forcing her down
To all fours by His feet
Watching the whimpering being
As she trembles with heart felt sorrow.

At the bloodied prints of her small hands
Near His feet, shining in the phantom light,
As His lip curls in disgust and sadistic desire
And He pushes the vile creature from His touch.

Pulling thick leather belt from His pants
Watching as she tries to raise herself on pain wracked hands
Breathing deeply with the hunger of His need
And folds the weapon in half, raising it high.

The fury filled breath, whispering to the night air "...Count..."
As the horrible sound of His laughter met her ears
Biting her lip in terror of impending events
Voice trembling with an almost silent, hushed "One..."

Leather slices through air...


And then she wakes.

copyright © Tracey Cobb

[_ID_]

Always enjoy what you write! Very good again PJ.

[frankee]

Loved it! Another great piece of work.

[slaveangel{HM}]

*smiles* You never cease to amaze me love.

I felt this poem...unlike any other of yours.

[poetic_justice]

ID - Thankyou for the feedback, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Frankee - Glad that you loved it, its nice to know when someone likes your work.

Angel - I love that you can relate to this poem above the others. Thankyou.

[tessa]

Your words are amazing. I was so caught up in them. Thank you.

tessa