Once queen of the jungle
\nAbused beyond thought
\nAll her teeth stolen
\nHer claws too he sought
\nA third of her true size
\nStarved of all, she
\nCould have expected
\nFrom Humanity<\/p>\n
In a mechanics workshop
\nThis angelic soul
\nOnce stalked the high grass
\nIn utter control
\nBut now in this prison
\nThis terrible hole
\nLook into her eyes
\nWindows to her soul<\/p>\n
Despondent
\nDeflated
\nDefeated
\nSuch gloom
\nA rope was her tether
\nHer living tomb
\nDreary and weary
\nPensive and glum
\nDismal and despairing
\nUnder his thumb<\/p>\n
A torturing arse wipe
\nA haggard fart
\nA living gargoyle
\nDevoid of all heart
\nTo do what he did to her
\nAnd observe her each day
\nHer unsightly countenance
\nAnd disfigured way<\/p>\n
He, Inartistic grisly
\nAnd vile
\nFeatures Ill-dressed
\nUncouth without style
\nLoathsome and odious
\nWrinkled and dark
\nUnlovely
\nUnhandsome
\nForbidding and stark<\/p>\n
She full of sores
\nOf neglect and of pain
\nHopeless and comfortless
\nAs her life force did drain
\nA blankness
\nUnsurprisingly filled up each day
\nShe was insulted
\nIn every way
\nHer aristocratic distinction
\nAnd class
\nHad never prepared her
\nTo live with this arse<\/p>\n
As a cub she could never have imagined
\nThis end
\nA lost world of evil
\nNot having a friend
\nBut the nastiest human
\nThere could ever be
\nWho tortured her spirit
\nAnd adversity
\nThat clouded emotions
\nThat drew her to feel
\nIncredibly sad
\nBroken for real
\nShe couldn’t even sleep
\nAnd dare not dream
\nNightmares ran her ragged
\nAll that self esteem<\/p>\n
She’d built up
\nHad left her
\nHer sorrowful way
\nIn her heart she did cry
\nShe did wail everyday
\nLament her destruction
\nHer mournful desire
\nHer complete melancholy
\nHer leaden desire<\/p>\n
When rescued
\nIt was obvious she was no more
\nShe could not recover
\nFrom Her place on the floor
\nClearly so frightfully tortured was she
\nThe stark repetition
\nTasteless and dreary
\nSluggish and ponderous
\nBanal and stale
\nSo suicidal
\nIn her man made jail<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Once queen of the jungle Abused beyond thought All her teeth stolen Her claws too he sought A third of her true size Starved of all, she Could have expected From Humanity In a mechanics workshop This angelic soul Once … Continue reading