The Dire
i find myself held
in the jaws of depravity.
the teeth so sharp,
dipped in vicious brutality.
my arms are pinned down
by claws made to scar.
they leave a poison,
decay to spread too far.
the attacker drops its hold,
it’s musky breath smells greedy.
when i look into it’s eyes,
i see the true creature before me.
a predator with rotten desire,
seeking to consume beauty.
with no safety to run free,
i let his venom encompass me.
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