Poetry by Rowan Evans

If you know me in real life and you read this… no the fuck you didn’t.

Author’s Note

There’s something about her that disarms me. A magnetism wrapped in mayhem—smirks and spells and unapologetic fire. I didn’t mean to be drawn in like this. Didn’t mean to find arousal in her chaos or reverence in her rage. But here I am, offering myself like a willing sacrifice—not for her approval, not even for love, but because she moves something in me. She reflects the darkest, most delicious corners of my soul—the ones I’ve spent a lifetime hiding, or worse… watering down.

When she said she wanted him to watch her fuck another man, smiling the whole time, I didn’t hesitate. I volunteered. Not just because it turned me on (though it absolutely did), but because in that moment, I wanted to be her weapon. Her ritual. Her revenge.

It’s not just the fantasy. It’s her. The way she owns herself—raw, untamed, unfiltered. She feels like a mirror made of fire.

And maybe…

Just maybe…

I’ve always been a little flammable.

Muse of Mayhem
Poetry by Rowan Evans
(Written May 16th, 2025)

She laughs, and the world wilts—
a garden set ablaze by a careless smile.
I swear the shadows lean closer
just to hear her whisper curses
with venom on her tongue
and starlight in her eyes.

She is fury made flesh,
a witch with war in her hips,
and I—
I volunteer as tribute.

While you spoke of
watching him gasp his last breath
in bitter silence,
I was biting my lip in awe,
moaning at the sight of your wrath—
divine, deliberate,
beautiful.

You said you’d fuck another man
while making him watch.
You smiled.
I offered my body
like a knife to your altar.
Burn me,
bury me,
brand me—
I’ll still crawl back,
hungry for more.

No one’s ever mirrored
my taste for chaos
with such elegance,
no one’s ever made me feel
so seen
in my darkness.
You speak,
and I turn to ash
willingly.

Muse of mayhem,
witch of want,
curse me with your presence again—
I’ll beg.
I’ll bleed.
I’ll write you
into every forbidden stanza
until even the moon
blushes at your name.