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"It and I"

     This thing
     It feeds like it's never full
     Consumes with teeth so keen, it tears everyone I bring apart into a bloody pool
     Ordering for more and more before I can find more to lure
     Watching with it's red eyes and horns
     Sitting still, it still breaths debris from the last body it leaves on the floor
     I promptly force myself to provide this predator with people, so it don't pick me to be the next main course
     Fixing to find a way to finish this fucking blood sucking sucker so I can evade
     That's why for it's last meal, I hit a mausoleum and wait
     Day turns to darkness then I dig
     Now it's time to feast
     I go and drop an old diseased dead body at it's feet
     It eats, slow not use to the rotten meat
     It shrieks, in pain from the corpse I yanked out of the grave
     Spewed the spoiled carcass it chewed
     Tremoring in convulsions not knowing what to do
     I'm no longer worried of residing in the belly of the beast as it's food
Written by StruggleFreePotery (StruggleFreePoetry)
Published | Edited 27th Jan 2020
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