monster #1 gifted to me my first taste of real guttural sorrow stitched my lips sealed tight with threats of "you'll wake up - dead tomorrow" as a child I was not stupid quite the opposite in fact but no child endures weeks of torture and comes out the other side intact monster #1 had a partiality for young fresh maids meticulous and precise he was sick morally bankrupt sadistic in spades he walked the world dressed in the guise of perfect gentleman had everybody fooled as only the best true monsters can he took what he craved with no care for damage done narcissistic sociopath decidedly depraved not satisfied 'til her young innocence he had won
monster #2 was an entirely different kettle of stew wore the costume of a beloved and then used what he knew 12 years of 'love' both given & taken gold rings sealed all others forsaken when love flew away a true monster revealed rather than release the 'one true love of his life' he plotted with vengeful dark caprice the undoing of his trusting sweet wife the best laid plans can still go awry (thankfully) as on Valentines night she was intended to die 11th hour pleas from the monster to his crew kept her out of her grave but not all could he undo though he cried and he wailed filled with trepidation and regret that ship had already sailed too little too late beaten and bruised her they did violate toyed with debased and used once more she did break as monster #2 a slaughterhouse of his wife he did make.
- epilogue -
any sane human might ask may seek to know why would a man who professes to love her so much orchestrate such an ungodly horror show?
her crime was simple she left him his anger distilled if he cannot have her then nobody will so throw her to the brutes and bid them to take their sickly violent fill
Not all monsters start out that way ...it makes it more unbearable, more painful, when there was real love as the foundation... https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3812169/bad-habit-rewrite/
two ends of the spectrum of violation and abuse...#1 a relative 'stranger', & ruiner of children. #2 the opposite, beloved of more than a decade, turned bitter and vengeful, when loves well ran dry, because I could no longer live with his increasing violence, fed by his deepening obsession and deisre to 'own' me like a prized possession...