Bloodlust
Bloodthirsty, flesh-hungry.
I was schooled
into turning off my heart.
Anything for the title,
for the power.
Power.
Power:
an intangible weapon-
a considerable price.
There are still more pressing matters.
Bloodlust.
Looming over my shoulder
like a shadow,
contorting in the light,
a quiet beauty
that speaks volumes
through the lenses
of a monster.
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