January 24, 2012
It cloaked her skin
It made her change
It held her life in its hand
She worshiped it
An alter of sorts
but like tiny men enraged
It seeps in, it raids
Nuzzles her weakness
It tempts, it tortures
Leaves a small one broken.
A risk, it was no more
But a risk, still a beast

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