a drop of crimson
hits the surface
of the crystal clear pool
with a splash
sending ripples
the tranquil surface
into nothing

a second
a third
a constant flowing
as the lone man
kneels shakily
trying to stem the tide
from his throat

to the side
she smiles
white teeth
with smears of blood
her tongue
across her lips
as a shudder
of orgasmic pleasure
runs through her

i huddle low
in the brush
my pulse
pounding in my skull
as i wonder
what happened
the insane lust
in her eyes
drawing me in

it is too late
for him
his life
spilled out
into the water
she is filled
with need
that calls to me
my hunger answers
with a low growl

(UN)POETIC: a collection of poetry

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