Huntress

(from the archives)

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My rage is stone
silent.
All uttering
muted in choking’s sprawl.

I scrape it
from the walls inside
dissolve it with my acid tongue,

spewing
your filthy lies
across your
foolish face.

My sacred love
you shoved
into the grave
of your shallow, barren heart.

You are dead
to me,
your vows
rotting beneath
my bereaving devotion.

I reign
in this darkness,
crowned
queen.

Grinding my blades
to avenge my honor.
The shadows
command silence
from the raucous years
that wail
my love’s confessions.

My truth shines
in the moon
illuminating your
crooked path.

I am the reaper
looming in your darkness.
I am the huntress,
tracking your deceit.