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Feb 2019
This howling monster will eat
me alive; that is no question.
My bones will grind between
its teeth, white powder in a void
black maw. I can feel its breath
on my neck, wet and hungry
like a teenage boy in the dark.
This howling monster will not be
satisfied with surrender; only sunder
will fill its canyon belly. It can
rest no moment until it is fed.
Those eyes are too full of souls.

This howling, monster will cannot go
              growling I EXIST
                                              until its throat burns.
I feel like this is my first poem in years. I think it probably is.
Written by
featherfingers  swpa
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