Black Widow by Miztrebor

She walks into the room:
Bloody, staggering, but smiling.
He is waiting in the chair:
Scared, beaten, but can not move.
Bound to darkness his eyes are,
Bound also his hands and feet.
She falls once and gets back up,
Resetting her kneecap to its rightful place.
No screams of pain, she is still smiling.
Tear soaked face, from unsocketed eyes
Withering and wrinkled.
Lucky for him, he can not smell the stench
She cut off his nose.
But still he can hear the screaming
Of his slow painful end.
Only a foot away is she with the blade.
But already it is dripping blood,
She has quickly killed his pain.
His head falls to the floor:
She is still smiling,
She has won the battle.
She wants more!

alyssa (137.141.233.132) -- Wednesday, March 21 2007, 11:45 pm

hehe..
'nough said in the comment title

barb (67.58.206.113) -- Thursday, March 22 2007, 12:14 am

good writing violent and gorry subject
Dislike blood or violent subjects.

Miz Trebor (137.36.208.80) -- Thursday, March 22 2007, 12:49 pm

i understand
My friends who commented before you likes that stuff, and asked if i could write sumthing in that genre. So i took a shot at it, but as you can tell from my other poems, it's not my main focus.

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