Saturday, July 30, 2011


It stalks me on this foul night
Spinning webs of false beauty.
It lures me in with sly words and soft touches.
I shiver Goosebumps run down my arms
Feel the excitement hanging thick and heavy
in this cool night air.
Racing pulse; I yearn for comfort
Here it is! Offered to me, only for the
price of my soul.
A noise on my left startles me,
I look up and see my reflection in the moon. My face is
A mask of terror and equal hunger.
Pushing the thought away, I turn back to my captor.
Willingly, I expose my weak heart.
The hunter sinks its teeth into my neck.

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