Woman Scorned

Rising up from the underbelly,
The quagmire,
The Deep
Clawing and fighting your
Way out from under
Ink, rock and beetle.
Bursting from the Beast
That had you in chains,
Far, far beneath
Under pain.
Breath low,
Lungs expanding.
Feet striking sparks
Amongst the flint in the soil.
Unfurling veined leathery wings,
Black as pitch.
Flash of blood red eyes opening wide
In Sight,
In Clarity.
Howling in victory
And unspeakable torment.
Arms raised high to call
Forth Loathing
Contempt
Anger
Righteousness.
The winds of ice and despair
To shriek within and without.
Hands unclenched,
Only to snap closed.
Razoring palms to shreds.
Feeling muscles tremble,
Bunch and work.
Fluidly, like a machine.
Flying with Bat,
Slithering with Black Cobra.
Creatures of Night.
Woman Scorned.

Thanks Sea! Sugar N Spice my foot. 😉