[MMLP]

a picture paints a thousand words
It can illustrate just how we hurt
and out dispersed are your hidden straits.
A drowning thirst or bitter taste.
Wished away as the hours burn,
this inhumane resounding urge
to scowl and search through windowpanes.
Prowl the turf from the city lanes.
A distant gaze from the tower lurks!
A restricted nature, no doubt reserved.
From down to earth to a fit of rage.
Somehow disturbed by an inner pain
As wigs replaced a howling curse.
Suspicions raised as we proudly chirped.
Her ground I worshipped with a different face
and out we’d surface in a chilling way
Assimilated, now had merged,
interfaced and allowed to turn
on an outward journey of wicked games.
As a county learns where women lay.
in the fishing lake around the dirt
a chicks remains are now unearthed!
The shower curtains in a twisted state
With an arousing smirk upon the finished case…

Now giving chase to my darker side.
Thinking “Mrs Bates? Well she wouldn’t harm a fly”