SOL: Ferocity

She strikes me as the kind of
Woman who would laugh on the pyre as
They light it on fire; or laugh as
She does the lighting.
In her I see vast monstrosity coupled with
Insatiable desire, a terrifying combination.
She demands nothing from me except for
Utter supplication, I feed her whims on bended knees –
Kiss her feet, she returns the favour by
Putting her body, that body, in my hands.
There is venom deep within her covered by laughter
I marvel at how something so
Dangerous can taste so sweet, nature’s
Greatest deceit. My vengeful Medusa
Drawing me in with words full of promise only
To turn on me as I sleep.

3AM Thoughts // AKA “I have woken up as three different women this week.”

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