Something inside her heart stirred, A man claimed to love her, She had married that man, yes. She had lain with the man, yes. But her goal was to survive. Now she had. What would […]
Category: Bleeding Innocence
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Poetry Story 10
Time had passed, Suspicions had grown long But apparently not old Every glance whispered more gossip Then there came a whole new threat Introduced All to eagerly By mother-in-law A princess of great benefits. She […]
Poetry Story 9
Her first was unpleasant, Clumsy at best – though her surprise – He touched her gently. Callous hushed stories Written throughout history Centuries of women Horror tales of their own damned experience. Duty was not […]
Poetry Story 8
His vows of monogamy brought her; Comfortable home, Food in her belly, Clothes warming her skin, An heir was the price she would pay. Suspicious eyes, questioning family, Watched her every step Listened to her […]
Poetry Story 7
Handsome, that helped, Charisma, Confidence?[…]
Poetry Story 6
Books glorify beauty, Men called it weakness, Societies called it desirable, She will use it as a weapon. Weapons didn’t need to be – grand swords – sneaky poisons She could, would, will be swift, […]
Poetry Story 5
A shift in movement *Snap* sudden instant no echo to be certain Mental check had she just heard that? Her body had jolted up A betraying gasp let loose her location The night was young, […]
Poetry Story 4
Lost In her cunning she had evaded death Now lost She wondered Endless distances of tree Foilage, Bush, Flower, Grass, Mud. Cold had not breached her flesh to quiver Though she didn’t dare stop moving. […]
Poetry Story 3
Not set on dissatisfaction. The hunt was on. Excuse *Well they used it but it wasn’t true* evil could not be allowed to spread. But what had truly happened? Animals died? No, Farmers lands were […]
Poetry Story 2
Hours, turned days, turned weeks, turned months, turned years. The girl blossomed. There were suspicions of her origin. Whispers followed her every step. Superstitions played a hand. Paranoia was conceived – blame point fingers. Always […]
