Firey PleasureA Poem by MinervaWords helped me heal when I was young.
In my dreams, I hear you scream,
I hear your blood crawl. Watch as you back yourself into a wall. Embrace the cold concrete against your wicked spine. All the pain and anguish you caused me; now finally the pleasure is mine. Sit there alone in the corner the same way I did every time I cried. Drown yourself in your fallen tears; but it won't work trust me I’ve tried I stand above your shaking body, with a match in my hand. A smile curved on my lips, my show will be something grand. Every part of you is dripping wet; and the smell of gasoline so strong. You will suffer just as I did, pay for all your wrong. A small little flame At the end of the stick, I hold it out in front of me, My pleasure is growing sick.
they're sweeter than sweet can get. But my show isn’t over yet. Your burned and singed, eyes all red. They fill with all the blood You caused me to shed. You reach out your hand to me
I’m afraid it’s too late. You turned your back on me. and with that, you sealed your fate. Motionless becomes your body my show comes to an end. I watch the fire eat what I once called a good friend This time I won. The table finally turned. You liked to play with fire; and in the end, you got burned © 2017 MinervaReviews
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