It sleeps within
the baby beast
awaiting its own appetite
I will not feed it blood I love
as was taken from my soul
spouted forth from severed vein
to stain my life with shame
Should it wake
the baby beast
eager to try its teeth
I shall cut it out of my heart
and let the meat be wasted
Better to go to early frost
than do as you did to me


© W.R.R. 9/7/1997

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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