The Mentality of the Predator

July 19, 2012
My most inner wounds
my loneliness
were nourished by you
Like sweet milk
You poured in
Prowled in
In the mentality of the predator
In the roll of the prey
to eat away the decaying tissue
sweetness to bring you back
Just enough
to give the strength back
to my beaten and brittle bones
You crawled away
Drunk off your own success
And with my head held low
but my pride still intact
I licked my wounds
and watched you go

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