Sword of Anger

blackened skin fading into hues of green, yellow, and purple
blood clots lying beneath the surface
where his teeth gnashed and devoured flesh he did not own
as his sword of anger tore and invaded the gates
guards surrendered under fire
of the ivory palace hidden between her thighs
destroying faith
creating fear
laying blame
burrowing a stone within her heart
trying to get away
trying to brace against the pain
the terror of saying “no”
the word floating aimlessly
years passing without the freedom to say a word
of the betrayal
the violation
he bestowed upon her that fateful night
she was not to blame for his need of destruction and control
she will not carry his shame

Copyright ©2008 Hannah Adrian Rogers

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