exhausted from the effort my
hips have made to
prove my might to
men,
I let her show you
with her flesh and borrowed guile,
more cultured manner,
a divine proclamation:

she summarizes
what I really meant
without containment.
she seems objective,
and I am the cat
that chased her,
skinned her,
wore her
like a trap
you fell right into.
she is a mouse
with my mouth,
and she is quavering.
I needed her to say the one
thing you had been thinking
but had yet to
fully take,
so I possessed her:

take a kneel,
you need a
meal,
come taste
your quivering prey.

“Lilith”

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