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A Taste for Rage and Roses
by Kendra Hale

Worse than the pain of betrayal.
Is the loss of control.
Not freely given.
No, forcibly taken with noone to call upon. 

A time not long past.
A young college student,
Caught in the hidden sex of the Forties.
My heart yearning to break the chains.

A line crossed, innocent though it seemed in the moment.
Brought forth a horror, an evil unseen. 
Not even in the worst of my dreams,
Nothing I could have fathomed in my cherry pie existence. 

Caught by the wrong person,
Unsympathetic to our plight.
In the arms of an angel,
Who set my heart into flight.

Our sexes the same, our only sin.
Allowing love to overtake our senses.
Closed minds soon settled in,
She sent home, her family shamed.

But for me, the asylum gained my name.
Told I was wrong, my sin spread out in front of me.
Poked and prodded, experimented on.
Death’s name like a lover, begging from my lips. 

The scared little girl no longer remains.
Innocence and joy replaced with fear and pain.
Spirit unbroken, but no avenue to fight.
A spirit I became one terrifying night. 

Electroshock in its infancy, misunderstanding in full effect.
My life ended as my body shook so hard my neck snapped.
That night I broke free,
More than enough anger to forever fuel me. 

Those who crossed me and had their way,
Were the first to feel my wraith.
They faced MY judgement that day.
Their blood flooded the halls that hosted their crimes. 

My spirit exudes my rage.
But I am not alone.
Our revenge has results in limbs strewn like decor,
Many new pieces to adorn our home. 

My Father’s head next to Mother’s in a place of glory.
The mistake of coming inside to check on me. 
Extracting the price of trying to write my story,
Death waits for all who enter this domain.

Fiction © Copyright Kendra Hale
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

More from author Kendra Hale:

Just Emotions:
A Gothic Bite Magazine Anthology

A collection of poetry.

 Available on Amazon!