deepundergroundpoetry.com
predation
she
grins as i unravel,
open my ribs to her
lovingly.
she
kisses me
as though i don't feel
her teeth.
i try not to grin in return.
she
dives.
into the dark pathways
i reveal to her.
takes my silks and silvers
down the tunnels
of the Tree.
she
makes as if she devoured
me.
there
at the very bottom of
her quickly-fleeing hunger,
i wait
with my unsated own.
lovingly.
grins as i unravel,
open my ribs to her
lovingly.
she
kisses me
as though i don't feel
her teeth.
i try not to grin in return.
she
dives.
into the dark pathways
i reveal to her.
takes my silks and silvers
down the tunnels
of the Tree.
she
makes as if she devoured
me.
there
at the very bottom of
her quickly-fleeing hunger,
i wait
with my unsated own.
lovingly.
Published 14th Mar 2019
Author's Note
there's something beautiful and intoxicating in being underestimated, in playing "prey."
it's an odd, quiet sort of power.
it's an odd, quiet sort of power.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 331
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
