Beast Poem by Leria Hawkins

Beast
Date: February 26,2013

He comes to life with raging breath
The stench of whisky and unclaimed death
Rising from his secret place
The crux of hunger lines his face

Greed and lust defines his name
With no restraint, he knows no shame
Bitter in his growing need
Driven forth to spread his seed

The taste of blood lines his lips
Crusted black, his fingertips
The beast inside his belly grows
With eyes transfixed, his breathing slows

Impaled by his mien and burning glare
I'm laid to waste, beneath his stare
No strength to move, to run away
A hasty death…sufferance I pray

Moving swift, he's closer still
I beg for strength, restore my will
Lost in his eyes, I'm doomed to hell
Depraved and brazened by his spell

His bed, a slab, as cold as ice
Yet, I beg to pay his asking price
Chilled and exposed upon the stone
My heart, my soul, this savage owns

This need for him, I can't explain
He offers pleasure, he promises pain
His torture is my vice…my fate
Forever tainted…I wait, I wait

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