Wrong Turn
You hid it well---
I couldn't tell
Until it was too late.
I went through Hell.
Resigned to Fate
I tried to sate
Your constant growling need
Or else abate
Your lust. You feed
On the heartseed
Of my soul. Dark and fell,
I take no heed.
I'm already dead.
You bled me that way.
Copyright © Scott Carrier | Year Posted 2023
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