Anchesenamunseyes's Journal

I will not bow to you

Servicing you with the slightest pleasure

of a thought, notion, tinge...

that I may qwiver before...

bowing to your curling lips as you inch closer

with acid dipped fingers

eagerly

waiting

to pry into

supple nerves

flesh and bone..

You will not shake me

bringing me to my knees

crying and scraping

for

hope

a

light...

I let you win once before..

I have your card

trumping your

King

with my

Queen...

Fear me..

Fear my persistance, hope, thought, brutal willingness and knowladge over you

to push forward

and

put much more

than just vinigar

into your wounds....

I understand your game and

I am giving it back.

You thought that playing with pain could win

being the master of your artful little game.....

Little did you know...

I refuse to play along this time.....

Poor little King thought he could win.....

Don't you know...

A Queen

is the TRUE

master.....

Time for you to bend...

my way...

I am the MASTER now

Mastering YOUR game....

*Witten on 3.3.09.  Written by: Monique/anchesenamunseyes :)