Believed to be a better
from the worst that passed through
like webs to a monster.
Bitter to your touch,
needing that touch,
sweet to the lips.
I need that monster.
Sweeps the terror into her
mouth and carries it away.
I love that monster.
Teeth barring on my shadow,
howling under the sheets,
digging her claws into open back.
I want that monster.
Saint's Muse 