The Panther Inside

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The Panther Inside

Opening myself to the person I am....

Looking into the panthers eyes....

Walking in blindly and welcoming the only thing I know is right.....

As I shift into the night with only passion and prey on my mind.....

As the blood lust takes over.....

I see my prey.....

Moving slowly in the shadows.....

Watching....

Waiting.....

As my hunger beats at me as blindly as the shadows I walk in....

One last thought as I feel my heart start to race.....

The chase is on.....

Lunge after lunge...

Heart beating faster and faster.......

UNTIL..........................

Everything is black and I can feel the blood in my mouth.....

My thirst quinched and hunger is no longer...

Til my next hunt I will be watching and waiting in the shadows looking for the one that will suffice and can tame the wild beast inside me.....

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

PoetessNessa’s Poems (4)

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In My Own Home 2
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