sinner

I lie
supine
on the
ruffled sheet
naked as a
segment of
fruit
exposed as
the eggs of a
murdered
bird
soft breasts
gently rising and
falling
to my barely audible
breath.
yet deep
within, the
beast
lies:
voracious,
foul,
murderous
and
grim.
it takes only my
waking
to arouse the sleeping
monster
sadistic
cruel
and filled with
hatred
maternal instincts
dead.
born in the
light,
Night is the
dark avatar
to which I
cling
Belial the
demon
I
serve.