The Devil’s Whisper

My father laid me before Lucifer,
and he wrapped me in a masculine tongue.
He said I would commit delicious sins,
but my true beauty would remain unsung.

The saints opened their ears, but failed to hear
so demons drew black bile and blood from me.
Velvet rage caused my spirit to submit
while the woke raped language to “set me free”.

Haunted by phantoms of my perverse past,
I sacrificed God to free their egos.
Swirls of empty promises and soiled love
caused my life to vanish into echoes.

While Lucifer devoured my dead child’s soul,
men defiled with their insidious goals.

Whispers from the Wound: More Grief Poems to Mourn…

Dearest Friend

saw beneath my mask to my crushed heart

In His Embrace, I Slowly Died

where your love left me exiled

When No One Saw and No One Heard

the soil soaked in my hurried hurt

Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…

You Blinded Me

from your diseased spirit

Rescued Me

fear of abusive men soon decreased

Blood Burning

queens snorted and screamed

Whispers in Meter: More Sonnets to Unfold…

When Blood Calls to the Moon

I strutted in the presence of Death

Bound in Darkness

blood spilled over the descending sun

Sparkling Emerald Eyes

your arms, like carved oak, protected me