Crave

Poem By Erika Conti

Ugly like beauty
elegant like a spider
she crawls down her bed
the light shines filthy
through the courtains
Her eyes half awake
send evil gazes
round the room
She made love with
her pain
for far too long now
None will save
her from
the beautiful painting
of death
She breathes despair
with lust
and fills her chest with
hate
the night has come again
with nightmares full of
pain.

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