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It rained on and on.
the fire in the hearth
had long died out.
hunger grew,	
frustration raged.

vultures swooped down
 to feed on flesh in the night
half willing, half resenting,
surrendered, rather subdued,

desire spilled over,
bristles pricking
from organ to organ
thrusting and tearing 
devouring in greedy gulp

waves surged past the log

passion spent,
hunger appeased,
purse strings loosened,
silver coins tinkled.

amply paid,
her wages of shame……!
the toil not wasted!

nights came one by one
creatures of the night frequented her more often
and the scenes were constantly replayed

though she abhorred them,
 there was no other go, but yield

 ‘exploring hands encounter(ed) no defense’.
each night closed in smutty h(r) ut,
when the h(r)ut turned a prostitute,
she started to rot.

feeble she grew,
languid she became,
body thinned,
energy waned,
ailments plagued,
and
immunity lost!

now,
she lives an outcast.

a luscious fruit 
blighted by the worms!

no more nocturnal invaders…..
no inebriated blather falls in her ears

only the hoot of owls !

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June.16.2022

Placed Fourth

Creatures of the Night Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Julia Ward

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