Arielle Howze

Mark Of The Beast - Poem by Arielle Howze

Your tarred hands tainted me
Dirty scars in plain sight
Monsters do more than bite
They mark territory
But I no longer belong to you Guilt
Nor you Anger
Not even you Doubt
I am not my wounds
The black sludge corrupting my soul seeps out of my pores
My body becomes lighter, agile
I renounce all ties to your lies and deception
Black isn't my color anyway

Topic(s) of this poem: inspirational, sin

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, August 28, 2015

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