Love
It bites you,
with razor sharp teeth
sinking deep into your flesh.
You feel its sting as it rips you apart,
its mouth blood red.
Then as you moan in torment,
it grins as it walks away,
careless like the grooming cat.
Copyright © Regina Asinde | Year Posted 2012
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