I am not a violent woman
I do not shout or curse
nor do I lash out in anger
shooting from shameful shadows.
The only dagger I draw
is my pen
in whose deadly depths
I devote the essence of my being.
I spill the blood of my enemies
staining ivory sheets,
devouring literary souls.
Silently I stand, scheming
Strangled by their surly smiles
in spiteful wait.
Like the scouting snake I strike, suddenly
without warning
relishing my slippery success.
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Do not overlook the obvious solution...
Kit, you have quickly developed into one of the best poets on the site. This is a perfect example of why. This is wonderful, almost a little scary. Your language, your choice of words, are incredible, chock full of dark images. As in your other poem, the device of alliteration is used to full advantage. You have the perfect touch with this; it's easy to get carried away, and you know just how much to use. Your pen is a mighty weapon, as deadly as a viper's bite.
And I am so glad I'm your friend!
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"I wanted revenge - whenever somebody kills me, I tend to get a little upset..."
lol. Well I loved the parts about the pen and it's your weapon, and all that jazz. Awfully creative. And I personally liked the second to last line. Seemed to fit perfectly.
__________________ "Angels lie to keep control. If you still care don't ever let me know."-Slipknot
I raise my glass to this... The pen is mightier than the sword (especially if stabbed right trough the heart, but that's not the point here )
Seriously, I find this to be very powerful poem and on subjective side, the choice of words is just by my taste
I'm so glad I read this
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