By: Linda M Crate

savage
little brute
lying, cheating, stealing
hearts away
simply to satiate your lust
which is never fed
you’re just another succubus
in a world of profane
immorality;
thought you’d be something more
than an animal,
but i expect that’d be too much
to anticipate from a boy
pretending to be a man and you can
hide behind a thousand faces
yet none of them are yours—
deep in me
is a kraken of rage
that i’ve held tamed all these years,
and you insist that he’s not there
so now i feel his tentacles
moving;
wanting to strangle the life from you
but there’s already one monster
in this story—
won’t become a monster
simply because you’re one because i
choose to be something
other than a
savage.