Salute
I salute you hawk as you come swooping down smelling my fresh blood scooping me in your mouth fresh and tender
Its a joy to die living
I would rather the end comes like this
Than be
Yesterday's dead rat
Decomposing in a putrid
Gutter
Swollen
with decayed grief.
I am no victim
I am sweet and keen
Eager to taste your instant death
To relish an eternity
At love's noble altar
I am no dumb sacrifice
I am love come alive
To die a million deaths in your
Tender-vicious mouth
Come take me
Alive.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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