My husband
How could I let you get a hold of me,
you monster incarnation of pure cruelty,
the insanity of evil sado-masochism,
whom I accepted as a dashing angel
full of charm and irresistibility,
so glorious in your handsomeness,
that proved but a mask of infernal morbidity,
that gave me hell for life.
I did get rid of you finally
after some traumatic turns of fortune,
but your evil left me bleeding
with wounds that never heal
from brutality that killed my soul,
which ever devastating striking sword
was all my love's reward.
Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2010-06-25 at 19:29
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