A spoiled boy
Given all the comforts money could buy.
Obedience demanded
No love given
Only a seed for a bloodline.
Secretly beaten, often tortured.
Branded, marked,
owned like cattle on a ranch.
I found him broken, beaten.
Took him in my arms.
Healed him
Kissed him
Loved him
Years passed,
I became his mother,
his protector,
his blood life force.
His smile beams like a newly risen sun.
His touch, soft, as a feather
stroking my arm.
His Laughter dances on my heart.
We sit to share a quiet dinner.
Knocking heard at the door.
A nervous clutch in both our breaths.
We both feel the boding sensory of each other.
The door opens and there he stands.
The past tormentor looms in the porchlight.
A sneer
A growl
A sweeping fist.
A flashing red glare in my eyes.
No thought, no control
Anger heating my soul.
Lightning speed surges my body.
Skin ripping, flesh tearing,
Sour acrid blood quenches my thirst,
feeds my hunger.
No one should question a mother
protecting her cub,
Her son
Her love
Her life and reason.
Posted by vicki935
at 1:23 PM EDT