The need in me
feels diseased
like a cancer-sick dog
scratching its hide
for relief.
I don’t want you
but I need your desire
like a witch
collecting spent men's souls
to put in her vanity elixirs.
From the raw belly
of the lonely moon
I am the beast
across the street
while decent folks
turn down their shades:
I light wax candles
and prepare to feed.
***Edited to how it appears above in May 2016, for publication on the Rat's Ass Review website, in the Love and Ensuing Madness section!
feels diseased
like a cancer-sick dog
scratching its hide
for relief.
I don’t want you
but I need your desire
like a witch
collecting spent men's souls
to put in her vanity elixirs.
From the raw belly
of the lonely moon
I am the beast
across the street
while decent folks
turn down their shades:
I light wax candles
and prepare to feed.
***Edited to how it appears above in May 2016, for publication on the Rat's Ass Review website, in the Love and Ensuing Madness section!
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