Bloodlust
A hungerA lust
A yerning
No- none of these words describe it
It is a wildfire that burns me inside out
That turns my eyes dark
and tenses my limbs
It is an anger- no a rage so strong it is considerd
primal
The urge to rip, to tear, to hurt, and to
bleed
To dip my fingers into the scalding hot body before me and claw it out
To roll in the sweet coppery smell of blood
Like velvet I pull it around me
And i think of one word
Bloodlust
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