my bared beast

yet another poem written just prior to my class.  if you hadn’t noticed by now, a lot of my early scribblings were quite dark.


my demons breathe heavy
they love a good chase
and in their frantic eyeballs
i see the challenge to run
but i cannot cover my scent anymore
they giggle
and become in an instant
catching my hands far from my face
undressed they stand naked before me
they know i cannot expose myself like that
and i can feel them in my mouth
my hands taste their honeycream sickness
and their sex turns harsh and grasping
and i see them now
i see them flayed
they will not own me
this numbered beast will not defeat me
i take up the challenge
and shoulder it heavy into my night
i run from these drugged demons
from this white beast
i run

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