There is a wild beast
Living in my ribcage
I feel her pacing the length of it
Until twilight
When her rage simmers
And I hear the soft whimpers
Of a trapped thing
I feed her scraps of my soul
Small morsels; but enough
This carnivorous queen
All tender gentleness in the night,
Restless and terrifying come dawn
When the day comes
And she is released from my bones
Cower, Eve's children
For she will devour the sun
And the darkness
And all else that remains.