Fearing (First Draft) Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Fearing (First Draft)



the beauty
would
milk him
leaving him
empty
a shuddering
void
he
took it
into his
gloved hand
to twist its neck
it wriggled away
laughing
as it
kissed
him on his lips

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