Pound of Flesh

Pound of Flesh

Revenge was apparent
after she had been violated
He had taken what was hers
Her body abused and desecrated

There was an air of desperation
She wanted justice served
Eventually it came and
he got what he deserved

Finally what had been craved
Was now hers to feast
But that plump, pound of flesh
Was not as filling, not in the least

She could not fathom why
Retribution was not hers
Hibernation became routine
The outside world now a blur

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Apparent

Plump

Fathom

Routine

Hibernate

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  9 comments for “Pound of Flesh

  1. October 8, 2018 at 1:39 pm

    It’s a very relevant topic! Thanks for sharing

    • Christine Bolton
      October 8, 2018 at 2:49 pm

      Thanks Sadje 😊

    • Christine Bolton
      October 8, 2018 at 3:47 pm

      Thanks for sharing Rose 🙂

  2. October 8, 2018 at 5:19 pm

    You got it. There is no punishment that can return you to your former self, just as a sentence for murder cannot bring back a life. Thanks for sharing.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 8, 2018 at 5:36 pm

      Thanks so much! 🙂

  3. paeansunplugged
    October 9, 2018 at 12:12 am

    Retribution may not always taste sweet.
    Powerful.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 9, 2018 at 8:28 am

      It never is Punam, yet we always think it will make us feel better. 😔

      • October 9, 2018 at 12:54 pm

        So true dear. 😐

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