Prey To Be Poem by Brianna Stuckey

All human,
Maybe a touch of something else.
Something like the taste of bitter.
Unique in every way,
Yet, different in the same ways.

Who knew I had a brain?
Or that I have answers to unbearable questions,
Keys to unlock-able doors.
Would you accept my offerings?

The recipe,
For disaster.
The cure,
For rage.
A chain for the beast that stalks the night,
The darkest shadows.

An evil source bond inside of me,
“SPAWN OF THE DEVIL”
“TYPICAL SATIN”
This evil monster inside of me.

Swimming through my inhuman blood.
Pulsing in my swollen veins.
Ripping at already torn flesh;
Urging,
Craving,
Waiting,
To be set free.
To catch prey, again.