Friday, May 29, 2015

Thought -- The Old Flesh Within This New Creature


Maybe I can extend claws six inches long
From under my fingernails
Maybe I do have teeth like knives
Sharpened on hot iron files
I thought I did not
But turns out I do...
Behind my smile and helping hand
Lurks a beast who can cruelly bite
And every morning I must thrust a silver stake into his heart again
And every evening I must kneel and beg for absolution
But one day--one day when I fly away
I'll leave his carcass far behind.

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