THE KILLER WITHIN

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2002 Poetry

his gasp is running out

intolerable dehydration

that is cutting him inside

stroking his rutted neckline

with his nails going heavily

through his skin

his strong brawn is

impatiently seeking his target  

not again, this cannot

be happening again

he wants to evade

the feeling of it

he wants to free himself

off the doom he’s been

so long celled

still his thirst is more

than he could handle

he steered his gait

in the murky silence

of the night

and with all his might

he snatched this moment

quenching his thirst

this night is through

tomorrow night

is another night  


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