Monday, January 27, 2014

MADHOUSE POEM: Love Always Finds His Victims

Love Always Finds His Victims
By Stephanie M. Wytovich

The girl couldn’t run anymore
Love was too fast,
and he held a knife to her throat,
daring her to move
and she didn’t,
wouldn’t and in that moment,
that moment where the
blade sent blood down her
throat, down her stomach
and thighs,
she knew that it was
time to give up,
time to surrender
to the monster
in her heart because
if the years had
taught her anything
it was that you can’t run
from Love because
Love will always find you,
Love will always
kill you in the end.