What gruesome appetite
Eludes in this present darkness
Consumes a vile plot of flesh
Sends breath plumes down my stomach
I listen, linger
Longer
Refuse to wander
For fear of falling behind
Clawing riddles my chest
Cradles my breast
Perfumes me in sweat
In this present darkness
Frantically gnaw the monsters neck
I scratch, bite
Match
His aggression
Blade braving shield
And wits undying
Passions battle; violence won
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