she wonders why she finds
the silence that lives in the aftermath
of the night so dizzyingly uncomfortable
perhaps it’s the intoxicating spirits
or maybe her battered conscience
fuck if I know she mumbles

she stares at the ceiling
counting the tiny cracks
and imperfections of her mind
she calls out the bloodthirsty beasts
that lurk inside the shadows cast by moonlight
they bide their time to attack her smouldering heart

she grins at soul-devouring shapeshifters
provokes them, feeds their rage
awaiting patiently for her turn
when her sanity will be released
she shrieks as she is washed over
by the thrill of freedom that follows

she laughs as she morphs
from a pitiful prey into
magnificent predator

she-slayer
she-savior
unlea-SHE-d
she
sh
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