Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo prompt challenge.
I writhe, I wreathe for I’m neatly twisted,
You’ll never unravel me, my heart unknown.
You hold the tether on my talons tight fisted.
I’m tenacious, a survivor bold,
You can tie me in knots, try to keep me near;
I’ll escape, live without your blackness owned.
I don’t quit; you shouldn’t trap me for fear,
I’ll catch you first, she-wolf who swiftly bites.
Your callous ropes hurt, but I’ll disappear.
Love doesn’t choke, it’s not uninviting,
Love is a freedom, not a smoke screen.
But you’re in my den, I’m growling my spite.
My name isn’t “Sweetheart,” don’t demean me;
Power struggle invoked, within your ropes —
I’ve held dear, but know I’m incharge here.
Droplets of blood, I swear I won’t be broke,
Such a darkness in you raptured by my light.
Goodness will win; she-wolves don’t quit, they’ve hope.
My love, no more traps, let my heart be free,
Your wolf, let her breathe, she’ll return to thee.
I writhe, I wreathe, for I’m neatly twisted.
You hold the tether on my talons, tight fisted.
©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.