Wanting to overpower,
I let loose and do what I feel,
power surging, a wave of euphoria.
But amidst my hand's touch
or the way the blood in you rose,
I felt the cunning,
the bloodlust of temptation running.
I reach over, as if to grasp
air that can't be held.
You flinch, you cower.
And when my hand reaches,
You wither like glitches.
I let loose
of this cannibal within
To touch something,
I thought was mysterious.
But I am merely devouring you.
A maniac on the prowl.
○ A poem by Juliet G. Jimenez ○
08/18/2016
** Note: I technically just got mesmerized (of how courageous a person is to stand up against ****** assault) and sympathetic to a few stories I heard these past few weeks from some people who have gone through it and have either stood up to it or gave up on their present life, so I got inspired to make this poem. Hope it doesn't offend anyone because I just tried a little tinkering on the side and this is what floated up. So, yup. Enjoy reading. **
