This Night

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Anger

This night is yours alone.

I lay all that I am at your feet,

do with it what you will

Rape me, mould me,

Eat me and drink your fill



Cut out your pound of flesh,

taste all that I give and devour it.

Twist and chew this sinew.

Savour me, let

these tendrils caress you.



This night is yours alone

so that tomorrow may be all mine.

So plant in me your seed.

Fuck me, stab me,

bind me and watch me bleed



When this night passes you by

your pound of flesh will be your demise.

Suck the breath from this host

choke me, kill me

Tomorrow I'm your ghost.



This night is yours alone

Tomorrow you're mine to own.

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very flavoured poem. written with passion and almost makes the reader get sucked into the writers world. Would seriously haunt the reader for ages. Good work