the empaty sees

made up of  tiny portions

of the growls you have been giving

I glance side to side while

hungering for your aggressive claws

pouring out the teeth

and sending them out to get a meal

and I have to ignore the old

pictures of someone else’s

family with wood frames and a layer of dust

but you were there

when the watchful orb came

across your skin and bones

warning was in your eyes

and I saw you look around

as if to find a way to escape again

you cant know how you found me

and I have to bite back

yet I will slow down enough to let

you see the fire on my face

and you know

just as well as I do

there is a succubus

in every church

and in every hellhole

a saint

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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