Tilting over edges of bad decisions and inebriationMature

Ninth book of poetry.

“keep him away from me,”
I think,
“I am dangerous.
I am reckless.”
I imagine all the ways
this night can go
all the bad decisions
I can make.
“I am waiting,
fangs out
ready
to sink them in.”
I think,
“I want to suck him dry”,
leave him
shattered
on the floor
alone,
and cold,
just like
terror
running
through a graveyard
at 12:47am.
“keep him away from me,”
I think,
because I don’t know
what I will do
what I am capable of.
“I am dangerous.
I am reckless.”
and I want
to eat you whole,
to tear you to shreds
and start over again.

The End

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