Entrapped within a feverish nightmare
Sweat beading my brow
The sheets clinging to my bare skin
His touch is all I feel
His leather mouth
His biting claws
I cry for his mercy and he laughs
He licks the salty tears from my cheeks
I try to push him away
But to him I cannot compare
He runs his hands along intimate places
Sinking his fingers beneath my flesh
Acting as though he owns me
As though I were his to command
I struggle against him
Fighting him
My teeth pierce his flesh and he howls
With a speed unexpected of him he strikes me
I awake
Sitting up in my bed
I pray
I lay my head once more to the pillows
Wiping a single trickle of blood from my lips
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Tara's Lament: A Collection of Poetry and Short Stories
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