Though the night gets darker,
Her eyes grow brighter.
They shine.
A fierce, threatening light.
This cannot exist.
Not human, not demon.
But a mixture of each.
My heart beats.
Thump. Thump.
The heat grows stronger.
My eyes refuse to wonder.
As hers grow with hunger.
I am paralysed with curiosity.
How can someone I love,
Wish to bring me harm?
My jitters refuse to calm.
She crouches as if I am her prey.
I close my eyes and begin to pray.
You pounce.
You lead me astray.
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Poetry Of All Sorts
Poésie- Book One Of My Poetry Series - Throughout life we morph and change depending on the things we see and the experiences we exchange. Poetry has been my refuge whilst taking on the small battlefields of adolescents. So I give to you, the beating h...
