Pathetic!
You worm and squirm
your way into lives of women
under the guise of candy-like sweetness.
Like the serpent,
you are unworthy of legs.
You deserve to writhe on your belly
breathing the ashen remains of flames you fed
then extinguished with a putrid venom
that seared lasting scars
robbing the innocent of their beauty.
If Earth were hollowed,
It couldn’t dream to contain the loathing and repulsion
that have become synonymous with your name,
Your face, your soul, your very breath.
How many women must curse your mother
for her lack of a barren womb?
Author notes
Wow! Not sure this is what you were looking for, but still I am grateful for coming across this contest. I generally write in rhyme and didn't even know I had this in me. 
A contest entry
- Give me your Rage! by Bean Sidhe.
700 points, ended October 21, 2008, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ohh! I like this quite a bit! The rage is very much present & accounted for. Thank you for following the instructions & presenting such an intricate piece. Best of luck!
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