Threats

I put down my pen to upkeep your peace.

I broke my feathers while you were asleep.

Bloody scars raised questions in the dark,

But your words left bruises and purple marks.

Silver amulets swung from your stingy neck,

Yet I did not see an ounce of regret.

I put down my shame to ruin your glory.

I will put down your life if you do not feel sorry.

-Jackie