I think I led the hunter
Into his own trap
But in doing so
I am caged with him
Staring him down
And tempting his will
In doing that
I have lost myself
And the scratches of the prey
Laced my body
I thought in the cage
I could content him
But it looks like
I fell into the wrong arms
And took a kiss
That betrayed me
In an all too familiar way
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Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
