He called me his queen
And adorned my head with a crown made out of thorns
Flesh punctured and blood tricking down my garments
He watched me bleed
He sat me on a pedestal placed on quick sand
And stood beside me, watching as I sunk
Deep and fast, soon I was gone
He knocked on my door and I opened
He asked for my heart and I gave it
He strung it up, hung from the ceiling
And made a punching bag out of it
He cleaned out my organs and placed in a blender
Made a smoothie and drank it with gusto
And he watched as I bled
He made me a slave to his loving
Trapped like a I’m in a dungeon
Weak, unable to break the bars that hold me
Bleeding…….
At night he lays his head to rest but he cannot sleep
For when he closes his eyes in slumber he watches me bleed
He will roam the earth as a king without his queen
He will eat and never be filled
He will drink but his thirst will never quench
He will look for me but never find me
He will see nothing but he will see me
And he will watch me bleed
Nina Fabunmi
ninartz 
WOW!!!!! This is so emotional. Greatttt writing!
I am super emotional and pouring my heart out. Thanks for your comments
Nina this is a hauntingly dark and beautiful poem. Reminds me of an old piece of mine…wrote when I was in a dark emotional and scary place where ‘crocodiles whistle and bats blow saxophones’.
If the dream is yours then reach out of his and free yourself.
Thanks for your comment, much appreciated and thanks for relating with it.