Sweet Michelle ~ OpenLinkNight

Okay...thank you twitterverse and @FracturedPhrase AKA Stephen Shultz for providing me the inspiration for this fierce fast write for tonight's #OpenLinkNight.  Joe Hesch  has got the stage set, and your drinks are waiting, so head on over to dVersePoets for what I am sure will be a most poetic good time!

Sweet Michelle

You would often hear the yells

That would come from Sweet Michelle

And they would make your knees go weak

As they filtered to the street

But you know better than to tell

Of this life lived by Sweet Michelle

For if her daddy could make her cry

You know he’s not the nicest guy

So up she came through this wicked life

Filled with sin, ungodly strife

But strength would win, she’d have her way

And send sweet Daddy to his grave

And though he may have been the first

He would surely not win prize for worst

Blood lust was what awoke inside

The night she made her daddy cry

To feel the power, to cause the pain

Adrenalin rushed through her brain

And like the pearl within the shell

So brought the legacy of Sweet Michelle

No man is safe who walks at night

But ego pushes away the fright

And when she stop to steal your heart

Know she means it, ribs apart

With butcher knife and Munroe mask

She is willing and up to task

She is woman, hear her roar

And watch their blood begin to pour

If only daddy could have known

Little girls need a happy home

One where body  and mind are safe

Not one where children’s hearts are raped

Revenge is sweet but death is sweeter

You will know if you get to meet her

But boy’s be careful, the angel’s fell

Witness the broken wings of Michelle

And now they’ll never again fly

She’d rather stay here and watch you die

One day she’ll wear the crown of Hell

This once lovely, this Sweet Michelle.

And as she licks the blood from knife

Her rosey lips, the smile tight

Know she has tasted what she has craved

She's found her calling, tuition waved.