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Entry tags:
Original - Poetry - Red Reigns
Title: Red Reigns
Fandom: Original
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: OMC/OFC
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: You wanted to twist me. You wanted to break me. But here's the thing, honey: I've always been something more, and I always will be.
Word Count: 651
Written For: Fan FlashWorks 406: Twist
Warnings: Domestic Abuse
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
I swear I didn't know this would happen.
I didn't know it could happen.
But then, I've done a lot of things
I never knew I was capable of.
I'm not the same person I was,
When we met or before,
But then it took tearing down
All that was me with you so far above
Me like a King or a god looking down.
You tore me down.
You tore my soul, my pride, my beliefs
To pieces and rebuilt them
In your image.
You tore my face apart,
Broke my body,
Broke my soul,
Broke me.
Yet I'm back.
I've rebuilt through tragedy after tragedy,
Each one at the hands of you and yours.
I've rebuilt. Maybe I'm not as good
As I was before -- or maybe
I'm better, or like that country song says --
And yes, I know you hate country,
You hate my music, you hate my birthplace,
You hate almost everything about me
Yet have the audacity to claim
You love me --, but anyway, like that song says,
I'm as good once as I ever was.
I see through your lies.
I see through your manipulations.
God has blessed me
Maybe not in the way He had before,
Maybe not like I thought He would,
Like I believed He had, but He's
Blessed me all the same.
I see through you, by whatever
Name you choose.
I see you for you.
And, baby, it doesn't paint a pretty picture.
I'm used to the guys tearing the girls down --
My whole family tree's been nothing but that --,
But you've done something more.
I've become something more.
Like the ancestor who rose up
To beat almost lifeless the one you always beat her,
Like the one who ran away from the whip,
Or the one who spent her entire life serving others
Until she was at last free of husband and brothers,
I see the truth, and I'm rising.
I never thought I'd be like this,
Never thought I could become like this,
A woman who sees sex, beauty, even love
As nothing more than the ugly and corrupted,
Twisted tools you've made them.
I'm painting my face tonight,
Dressing in that dress you like so much --
You know, the one who bought for me,
Then refused to let me wear outside,
And the one time I did, you almost killed me again.
But here's the flip side of suffering so long in quiet,
In playing the role you made for me
Of your pretty, little play thing,
I'm ready to play doll, and I like
To break the heads' of my baby dolls.
So I'm going out tonight.
I'm going to paint the town red,
Red like my lipstick,
Red like my dress,
Red like blood,
And maybe, just maybe,
Come the dawn, I'll have found what I'm looking for,
What I've secretly been searching for
Since before we met.
Maybe I'll find the strength inside
To do what I've never done before.
You always accuse me of cheating.
I never have, not until tonight, but honey, let me tell you,
Even tonight, it's not really cheating.
I'm done. I'm done being your plaything,
Done being your wife as you'll find on your pillow
When you come stumbling home again,
Smelling of rum and other women's perfumes.
Let them have you, what's left of you.
No one will have me ever again.
They might have my body. They might have my kisses.
But they'll never have me,
Not my heart, my hand, or my soul
Nor what little wealth I do have in this world.
They'll never know the real me,
The me you destroyed,
But you will. I'll visit one last time.
I'll visit, and blood will reign.
Red nails, red lipstick, red dress,
Red hearts, and red marks.
And maybe, just maybe,
One final touch,
Your final touch
As red reigns supreme
Over you.
The End
Fandom: Original
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: OMC/OFC
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: You wanted to twist me. You wanted to break me. But here's the thing, honey: I've always been something more, and I always will be.
Word Count: 651
Written For: Fan FlashWorks 406: Twist
Warnings: Domestic Abuse
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
I swear I didn't know this would happen.
I didn't know it could happen.
But then, I've done a lot of things
I never knew I was capable of.
I'm not the same person I was,
When we met or before,
But then it took tearing down
All that was me with you so far above
Me like a King or a god looking down.
You tore me down.
You tore my soul, my pride, my beliefs
To pieces and rebuilt them
In your image.
You tore my face apart,
Broke my body,
Broke my soul,
Broke me.
Yet I'm back.
I've rebuilt through tragedy after tragedy,
Each one at the hands of you and yours.
I've rebuilt. Maybe I'm not as good
As I was before -- or maybe
I'm better, or like that country song says --
And yes, I know you hate country,
You hate my music, you hate my birthplace,
You hate almost everything about me
Yet have the audacity to claim
You love me --, but anyway, like that song says,
I'm as good once as I ever was.
I see through your lies.
I see through your manipulations.
God has blessed me
Maybe not in the way He had before,
Maybe not like I thought He would,
Like I believed He had, but He's
Blessed me all the same.
I see through you, by whatever
Name you choose.
I see you for you.
And, baby, it doesn't paint a pretty picture.
I'm used to the guys tearing the girls down --
My whole family tree's been nothing but that --,
But you've done something more.
I've become something more.
Like the ancestor who rose up
To beat almost lifeless the one you always beat her,
Like the one who ran away from the whip,
Or the one who spent her entire life serving others
Until she was at last free of husband and brothers,
I see the truth, and I'm rising.
I never thought I'd be like this,
Never thought I could become like this,
A woman who sees sex, beauty, even love
As nothing more than the ugly and corrupted,
Twisted tools you've made them.
I'm painting my face tonight,
Dressing in that dress you like so much --
You know, the one who bought for me,
Then refused to let me wear outside,
And the one time I did, you almost killed me again.
But here's the flip side of suffering so long in quiet,
In playing the role you made for me
Of your pretty, little play thing,
I'm ready to play doll, and I like
To break the heads' of my baby dolls.
So I'm going out tonight.
I'm going to paint the town red,
Red like my lipstick,
Red like my dress,
Red like blood,
And maybe, just maybe,
Come the dawn, I'll have found what I'm looking for,
What I've secretly been searching for
Since before we met.
Maybe I'll find the strength inside
To do what I've never done before.
You always accuse me of cheating.
I never have, not until tonight, but honey, let me tell you,
Even tonight, it's not really cheating.
I'm done. I'm done being your plaything,
Done being your wife as you'll find on your pillow
When you come stumbling home again,
Smelling of rum and other women's perfumes.
Let them have you, what's left of you.
No one will have me ever again.
They might have my body. They might have my kisses.
But they'll never have me,
Not my heart, my hand, or my soul
Nor what little wealth I do have in this world.
They'll never know the real me,
The me you destroyed,
But you will. I'll visit one last time.
I'll visit, and blood will reign.
Red nails, red lipstick, red dress,
Red hearts, and red marks.
And maybe, just maybe,
One final touch,
Your final touch
As red reigns supreme
Over you.
The End
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