Peeling skin
Slithering on my belly
Swallowing what I am
Craving
Deceiving
Appearing meek
Devouring what I am
Loving
Mouth open wide
Fangs sinking through
You cannot hide
Flesh is true
You're my mouse
You're my pray
In my house
You shall stay
Sensation
Creeping with fingers
Touching what I am
Controlling
Begging
Pleading for mercy
Obeying what I am
Respecting
Mouth open wide
Fangs sinking through
You cannot hide
Flesh is true
You're my mouse
You're my pray
In my house
You shall stay
I'll obey
I'll obey
I'll obey
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The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
