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Sierra Dawn
Poems
Oct 2016
a bit of bitter.
The flies have begun to swarm me as they always do.
Gran says it’s because I’m sweet
but I know better;
they seek my rotten core.
I am a book under gilded cover
with the pages all maimed and bloodied;
some angry child tore at me
when I cut the fingers of the *******.
I am thoroughly interested in becoming your fiction of choice.
Fiction: because I’ll lie to keep you
happier than you deserve.
My prerogative is to capture you and let you go
as soon as you’re dependent.
I’ve always adored wrecking pretty things like you.
I am the sound you seek,
sharp on the mind like the buzzing
of the lights in your office
that no one ever fixes.
You yearn to dream because in your sleep
I am a petal-soft and lovely thing
that will coddle you like a miracle child,
my hand caressing your little baby face.
Then comes the jolt of awareness
and you find my fingers at your throat,
squeezing just enough to scare you a little.
I need you to know that you are mine and that I own you.
Your youth is the light that flashes in my too-large pupils.
I swear to God I am going to eat. you. alive.
You lovely creature.
You gorgeous, hypnotic thing.
I will crack you open and drink you like life
and you will learn to beg for the sensation.
Now is when you should run, pet.
-S
#love
#anger
#betrayal
#lost
#bitter
#things
#pretty
#played
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Sierra Dawn
Arkansas
(Arkansas)
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