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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required you … found your way in - a keyhole that I had left unguarded squeezing through with fiery wings folded like leaves I should’ve seen it coming but your “goodbye” had been such a jagged edge and seemed so … determinate I knew what you were you never feigned another identity and that’s why I was so attracted … so compelled your honesty was like a potion and I drank it willingly but I was never your aliment you fed … elsewhere … I didn’t question your nighttime disappearances - I understood your needs and I never tried to control you there was no judgement no accusations or condemnation I accepted it utterly and my reward was your passion - a physical and emotional eros beyond the human norm and an addiction that exceeded any chemical … but, when you knew you had me, it all changed … your efforts to please turned to impatience for your pleasure was in the hunt alone - once captured, prey became debris and when you spurned me I craved you all the more, as you knew I would … but you never counted on my pride as ingrained as veins in marble genetic and lasting and tho beyond your comprehension I let you go … oh, it was torturous, indeed but I never let on - (and probably sealed my fate) I dusted off my spats and walked … and I swear, by moonlite, there was a tear that dripped from those brutal absinthe peepers … oh … that was all so long ago and despite the countless reminders that I’d learned to leave myself - despite the motivation created by the knowledge of your iniquity, (and your battered ego) I let down my guard - I grew careless and left a hole in my defenses thus you crept thru my keyhole like an evil sprite with nothing but retribution in your selfish designs - Bazil waiting impatiently just outside for my red, runny ruin … I never felt your toothy touch I slept that night as deeply as I ever had (perhaps that was your sorcery) and awoke to a brilliant day but as soon as I moved I felt the bruises … and in the mirror I found your calling card - black and blue and shaped delicately on my nape, as if you’d painted it - the form of a crescent moon, etched by canines in the violation of my blood, and a message, explicit that no matter what I now did - no matter what measures I took in the future to hide from you, I was forever yours I was another of your sad, sorry horde and the one thing that you knew I detested more than any other … I was, from then until my last breath … your food.
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