Sadist Prey

She whispered her secrets
and he used them to cage her,
making her believe no one will understand,
she’s a freak for only him to know.
He climbed into her anxiety,
playing marionette with her insecurities,
molding her for only him to control.
Blinding her with conditions covered in praises.
A smoke screen fantasy,
disguised as safety,
to a refugee seeking a home.
A villain clothed as a warrior,
to an anguished survivor.
Shackles behind the wings,
to a dreamer waiting to take flight.
She was the perfect victim
for an insecure sadist,
seeking power in his own unfulfilled existence.

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Natasha Alexander

Writer, always Wife and Mother first. Perfect is overrated, I am flawed and yet loved. Now that I don’t chase perfection, I can chase my dreams. I have completed a "Write a Novel" course in 2015 through S.A. Writers’ College and passed with a distinction. I also completed the Copy-Editing and Proof-reading course through them in March 2016. My first Manuscript of 60 000 words has been written and currently seeking a publisher. I have been writing poetry since I was 14 and the reason/inspiration behind all my writing is a stand against women abuse. It is a cause that I hold close to heart. Something that started as an outlet for feelings too ghastly to speak about has turned into my passion.

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