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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