She crouches

She crouch­es
hun­gry to devour
destroy
to entan­gle a body’s length
depth
thighs trembling
weeping.
She whimpers
muffled
dark leaks encircling
my strained portrait.
She waits
fin­gers for a chink in the armor.
She whispers
“Do you miss me?”
her breath as sweet as death.
I do.

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