Ten times nightly it crawls beneath,
Five times sprightly it ruptures my peace.
Pale is its breath
When I open my legs
Waiting for it to go back inside.
Sometimes, when it sleeps, I begin to feel
Something close to love.
And slowly it moves, its endless wrath,
Extinguishing all warmth,
Coming back to its fat prey.
It opens its gall black shining eyes.
How dreadful,
The cold silence of waiting
For uncondensed hatred.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
Ten times nightly it crawls beneath,
Five times sprightly it ruptures my peace.
Pale is its breath
When I open my legs
Waiting for it to go back inside.
Sometimes, when it sleeps, I begin to feel
Something close to love.
And slowly it moves, its endless wrath,
Extinguishing all warmth,
Coming back to its fat prey.
It opens its gall black shining eyes.
How dreadful,
The cold silence of waiting
For uncondensed hatred.
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