the dark ones are afoot
they haunt by night
and sleep by day
not really asleep,
just changing shape,
perfecting the play
being boss,
playing king,
billionaire baby boys,
psychopathic wannabes
it’s not just them
so don’t pretend
it isn’t everywhere
can’t help but stare
at all the names,
the endless names
and don’t forget
the women who stayed
silent — oh so silent —
holding the camouflage steady
so their thrones remain ready
not just the elite
don’t tie this up neat
inside a pretty bow
such endless dark lust
to steal without fuss,
breathing rancid breath,
lurking where trust
should have been kept
daily, hourly,
minute by minute
babies still in diapers
yes —
you heard me right
don’t pretend to be appalled
the writing’s on the wall
written in the blood
of all the girls and boys
who couldn’t make a sound,
so they swallowed it down
and tried not to drown
sorry, not sorry
this is hard to read
it’s nothing compared
to the soft parts that bleed
pierced by the devil’s darkest creed,
sharp enough to carve the soul,
to swallow every howl
gorging on silence,
forging alliance
the innocent
will be free
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An excellent read, Some poems refuse comfort because truth rarely arrives gently.
Naming the darkness is not obsession, it’s courage.
What’s hidden survives in silence; what’s spoken begins to lose its power.
Beautiful in it’s toxicity, and so powerful. I love how you read it Venus. 💕