CAMELOT FANTASIES

Guttural screams got stuck in her throat
The pressure in her head
Felt like she was about to explode
Her imagination running wild
Blood splattered floors and walls in a crimson hue
This story of hers has remnants of the old
Spew in some of the new
It’s still rotted to high hell
Stunk up the place
As if on cue
He forced his divisiveness into play
He never noticed the lack of empathy in her eyes
In her heart and her soul had already yelled at her
In high pitched sounds
Shaking her out of the reverie
That seemed to keep her hostage
She felt dirty in his presence
She hated his scent in her nostrils
That fake smile that didn’t even reach his eyes any longer
His salacious look at her body made her sick to her stomach
Vices and virtues of life’s experiences
Blood is still boiling
The need to recoil from all this left her deathly sick
She needed to release this shark infested game
They’ve been swarming all around for a very long time
Hoping she collapse and fall
Watching them swarm around like hyenas
To remove all of the meat from her bones on her death

Did they succeed

~Divine