Day Twenty-five

My boyfriend will be happy.

Here comes an Evanescence reference:

This is the last poem I’ll waste on you.

We both know that’s a lie. You left me:

Foaming at the mouth,

Chomping at the bit of propriety.

But, I am not a stallion to be tamed.

I am a wolf,

I am a bear,

And, I am a cat.

Baba Yaga of Slavic forests,

Frau Holda of Germanic wells,

Salome of Jewish dance,

They run through my veins as well.

I tap into that blood river of time

Whilst you waste away in an undead ceremony,

Cannibalism has no place for me.

You have no place for me.

You have no place with me.

I abjure you.

I banish you.

I rescind you.

May your soul tethers shred one by one.

May your memories fade into oblivion.

May the beast-waiting-in-the-dark feast on your forgotten abyss.

Day 25 of Trantham’s Challenge

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