Allowance To the Rival

I recall desiring dismal disaster As tension tightened and negative neurons swarmed like hornets Over honey not made by them But by the very enemy I do not believe my rival became what it was Till I allowed him in Willingly, and wittingly Feeling foreign claws clamp around me Scratching my untouched skin To feel what it was like absorbed in that knowing grin I had not thought it over how it would actually end… Until it began -found this poem among some forgotten verses-