Sphinx

Sphinx this ugly, amorphous monster is stalking me again loathsome, foul blackened heart half-eaten by vicious, resentful loathing it feeds on me, tears me, rips into my viscera, fanged words perverse and savage scalding my insides, scouring me – not clean, but raw and used, the filthy residue left by its path clinging to my insides, making me cough, choke trying to vomit out this clot I am haunted by this cursed abomination, my bête noire that stalks me like a snarling dog, mouth dripping with rage and rabid with fear that seeks to blot me out, eradicate me, efface me until I am become the Sphinx, worn away by time and stinging sand