On prey and predator

   
I used to think about    
how they could crawl    
on to this dry earth    
   
taking over everything    
those tentacles & beady    
eyes could possibly lay on,    
   
I questioned about    
how many of them    
are down there,    
nestled in their      
dark little dens    
   
planning their prey    
and turning into it    
in the same breath    
   
how fucked i'd feel    
if their evolution    
advanced within    
my life time here,    
   
as I began to age    
   
I understood my    
fear around them    
   
their survival reflecting    
every psychological    
wound that I own,    
   
being a predator for    
all the right reasons    
from falling prey to    
bad situations    
   
gathering their bodies    
in small places, trying    
to claim sanctuary as    
they leave silently    
on their own terms    
   
how I too have worn    
prey and predator,    
   
knowing that's all    
we have just to    
get away from    
any disaster  
 
as dark dens  
still haunt  
my bones.