#448 (intoxicated)

You always bit off

more than you could

chew, even with teeth

made of granite, the flesh

you’ve torn still fresh,

warm blood, pulsating

without a doubt, you

pull your prey to the

cave in the walls, to

consume or be consumed,

until you fall, intoxicated

by your own desire.

 

© Matthias Grupe, 22nd July 2018

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