She kisses the knife, her lover
The one she bows down to and adores
It cut her, she tastes her blood
Frenzied silence, pleasure, worship
It is not enough
Smiles, a viper
Into her mind’s eye, a friend, a housemate, her boss
A victim, blood to throw away like water
To have them beg for life then take it anyway
Stab them
Through the heart, the neck, the chest
Feel the power
Huntress, luring the game with suggestive fantasies
Pulling them to her den, devouring
Spilling
Wanting more
Random strangers
Wrong time, wrong place, wrong girl
No fear, no remorse
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